The Words Are Dying!
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11-16-2006 | 06:55 PM
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11-17-2006 | 10:23 AM
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RE: The Words Are Dying!
Here's a short rant I wrote on emo a while ago after going to a concert that I left after 15 minutes. It's mostly aimed at the male segment of their community, though.
I hate stupid emo people. Their music sucks. Their hairstyles look like some horrible anime geek convention rejects **** mousse, gel and other hair-styling products on their skulls. No, you dumb****s. Those highlights are not interesting and original. You all look like ****ing Rogue. Shaving half your head and combing the other half over is not neat. You look like some sideways middle-aged-male-pattern-baldness-suffering ****. I could even deal with the hair. But the tight-*** jeans you stole from your ex girlfriends? What the ****? Seriously. If you fit in a size 0, and you have a *****, chances are it's time for you to eat some ****ing Burger King or something because to be honest, you look like a bitch. Sandals? Sure. Sandals pwn. But if you paint your ****ing toenails in a rainbow-y pattern, either don't show it off, or just wear a shirt that says "I love to blow the meat-whistle." And what about those tight shirts? Ok...lime green is a great color for a tight shirt. If there are some ***** behind it. Otherwise, as Vince Voss would say "Gee Ay Wy."
So...you look like a jeans-pattern-spandex wrapped mop sticking out of a retina-burning-colored shirt. Sure. But the ****ing music! Oh my God. Somebody hand me a ****ing cottonball and a bandaid, because I swear this bleeding from my ears won't stop. If your drummer is good enough to sub for the guy from Slipknot when he calls in sick after a bad party, why would you waste him on a bunch of stupid ****s who couldn't figure out which end of the guitar they stick up their ***, and a vocalist that can't decide whether to sound like he's channeling Satan or a 6-year old girl on Helium?
I swear to all things holy, that if I see another silly little bitch with a cleverly-arranged pattern of facial hair and a beanie hat that has more colors on it than a pile of vomit after somebody ate fourteen pounds of different kinds of Skittles, I am going to stab them in the eye with a plastic spork.
The solution? Find out what DnB is, get a strobelight, take some E and learn how to live life properly.
I hate stupid emo people. Their music sucks. Their hairstyles look like some horrible anime geek convention rejects **** mousse, gel and other hair-styling products on their skulls. No, you dumb****s. Those highlights are not interesting and original. You all look like ****ing Rogue. Shaving half your head and combing the other half over is not neat. You look like some sideways middle-aged-male-pattern-baldness-suffering ****. I could even deal with the hair. But the tight-*** jeans you stole from your ex girlfriends? What the ****? Seriously. If you fit in a size 0, and you have a *****, chances are it's time for you to eat some ****ing Burger King or something because to be honest, you look like a bitch. Sandals? Sure. Sandals pwn. But if you paint your ****ing toenails in a rainbow-y pattern, either don't show it off, or just wear a shirt that says "I love to blow the meat-whistle." And what about those tight shirts? Ok...lime green is a great color for a tight shirt. If there are some ***** behind it. Otherwise, as Vince Voss would say "Gee Ay Wy."
So...you look like a jeans-pattern-spandex wrapped mop sticking out of a retina-burning-colored shirt. Sure. But the ****ing music! Oh my God. Somebody hand me a ****ing cottonball and a bandaid, because I swear this bleeding from my ears won't stop. If your drummer is good enough to sub for the guy from Slipknot when he calls in sick after a bad party, why would you waste him on a bunch of stupid ****s who couldn't figure out which end of the guitar they stick up their ***, and a vocalist that can't decide whether to sound like he's channeling Satan or a 6-year old girl on Helium?
I swear to all things holy, that if I see another silly little bitch with a cleverly-arranged pattern of facial hair and a beanie hat that has more colors on it than a pile of vomit after somebody ate fourteen pounds of different kinds of Skittles, I am going to stab them in the eye with a plastic spork.
The solution? Find out what DnB is, get a strobelight, take some E and learn how to live life properly.