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[20 Jan 2009|01:59pm] |
one more year down
gunna go LEGALY drown myself in proverbial poison for President Obama.
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| oh the irony of posting this on LJ |
[19 Nov 2008|03:33pm] |
Every generation has their groups of trendy new fashions and entertainment. Emo children lurk the streets o f every town these days. They listen to their favorite bands and claim music defines their life. Most people see these kids and think, “Oh, kids. They are so silly with their trends!” What I see is something far worse and threatening for the future of our planet.
What is an Emo kid, you may ask. Emo is an abbreviation of the word emotional, which pretty much defines the way these kids live. Being emotional is not a bad thing; it helps define us as human beings. The way they use their emotions scares the living hell out of me, though. The only emotions an Emo will live by are love, hate, and supreme depression. An Emo lives for love, they desperately crawl on hands and knees to get any form of affection. The wonderful contradiction to them though is that they love to hate love. They strive to have failed relationships with friends, family, and lovers to fuel their depression. Depression is what an Emo loves the most, for it brings them all the attention they need.
You will often find these kids writing poetry, posting it on the internet and telling everyone how bad it is. They also love to complain about how horribly bad off their life is when most the time, it is a rather easy life. To coin the term, they make a mountain out of a mole hill. They just love to make up stories and exaggerate events in their life to make everything seem super dramatic. One major factor about Emo children that scare me is their insatiable lust for dramatic in the outcome of suicide attempts. Many of them cut their wrists with razor blades for the sole purpose of grabbing attention. This can be seen by the way they cut themselves, since it is usually horizontally across the artery. Anyone who is serious about killing themselves knows that you follow the railroad tracks, not cross them. This self mutilation cry for attention is disgusting and shameful because there really are people out there that are willing to end their lives over real problems, yet all the worry and care is wasted on these attention whores.
An Emo child is not hard to spot. They are of both male and female persuasion, usually between the ages of thirteen and twenty in this year of two thousand and eight. The male Emo will have long hair, usually dyed black (with the possibility of a bright pink, green, or purple section) and it covers one half of their face. They will be wearing an extremely tight band t-shirt, usually black in color with bright designs, and their younger sisters blue jeans. BE WARNED: you may see someone’s back from a distance and think, “Hey, that girl has a nice body going for her”, but be cautious because one third of the time, it is an Emo boy. The Emo girl also has long hair, but for some reason they can get away with it not being dyed black. Her hair also covers half her face and she wears about the same clothing. Both sexes can be found with pale skin and wearing excessive amounts of makeup. What has me in stitches is their claim of an utmost NEED to be individuals while they all dress exactly the same. They travel in packs, so if you come across a group on when you are alone, be cautious.
An integral part of an Emo’s life is the music they listen to. Fueled by emotion, is consists of badly composed sounds and screaming wails of agony. The guitar riffs are usually quite similar sounding and don’t show much talent in this musical field. The lyrics reflect the “sad” life the band lives, and usually has to deal with heartache and suicide attempts. These lyrics are hard to portray to someone with ears like mine, though because they come out of the singers lungs as whimpers and crying screams. But to an Emo child, this is the world. They live to go to the concerts of these bands, or “shows” as they call them, so that they can stand around and look sad. These shows are the modern day version of the ancient Greek commons to these people. Other than the internet, this is where they can get together and channel their sadness into an arm flailing and leg kicking ritual known as slam dancing. Slam dancing often leads to injuries of others and self, but it is tolerated for the love to receive pain matches the love to dish it out.
Over the past few years I have studied this Emo phenomenon from a safe distance, jotting down notes and keeping a keen eye on the people of this culture out of sheer curiosity. From the information I have gathered I have concluded that this fad is dangerous. Most trends die off within a decade or so, and we can only hope that will be true for this, for if it doesn’t happen that way then I fear for future generations. If this wave of emotional pretend suicidal, poetry writing wonder continues to swell, I see it crashing the shores of humanity in such a devastating way. There will be a world of hypocrites; all dressed the same in black clothing and tight jeans, claiming to be individual from one another. A form of religion would be formed, based more on ritual than worship. It will call for everyone to wake up, cry for an hour, write a poem about their cry time, cut their wrists (the wrong way, of course. God forbid there is actual suicide in this world) and cry some more. Nothing will ever be accomplished because everyone will be sitting around bitching about how bad they have it off. Radio waves will be tarnished, even worse than they are now, with the wailing sound of “screamo” music at all times. All new technology will be based on ways to make pants tighter, razorblades sharper, and piercings more hardcore. The world will be in turmoil and nobody will do the hard jobs that are needed to make everyday life go swimmingly, like waste disposal and plumbing.
This future is frightening and an extreme, I know. But it can happen if this trend continues to grow in popularity. I would like to think mankind is smart enough to avoid such an outcome but many cases have proven me wrong already. So, for safety reasons folks, smile more often. Appreciate what you have and know that life isn’t that bad for you. Be yourself and don’t base who you are on what other people want. It is alright to be depressed once and a while, especially if you have an artistic mind. It just comes with the job, so to speak. Just don’t spend every day of your life wallowing in self pity and blaming others for your problems. Listen to the words of Eric Idle:
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life.
Always look on the light side of life.
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| Haven't updated in...ever |
[30 Jul 2008|10:41pm] |
Things are not so spiffie. But whatever.
Need to draw. Motivation please.
thanks.
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| Bheuhaubith |
[04 Dec 2007|12:25am] |
djfkjfksjhfkjhsf
that is all.
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| FUCKIN HELL! yes I live. |
[10 Nov 2007|08:06pm] |
Anyone wanna make history? Or babies?
Of course ya don't. You arn't even reeeeading this, ya damn jerkoffs.
BUT, if for some reason ya dooo wanna do something spiffie, please keep reading.
Still readin? I will pretend you are.
I AM BORED. And need practice. SO, would anyone be interested in writing a lil' script for a comic? Nothing HUGE, somethin that could be done in one or two pages. Just a lil script, maybe a paragraph long or whatever. Doesn't even have to be specific. Make it funny or serious or..I dunno. Whatever. I need somethin to do. If you are interested but are like "Bwuh whu the fug yuh talkin bout, cracker?" then please, say so. I would love to elaborate, if you would love to have my elaboration shoved into yur thoughthole. Mm.
I mean...only 3 or 4 people read this thing anyways.
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[14 Feb 2007|04:01am] |
Stay clean children
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[01 Nov 2006|09:35am] |
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Halloween was bunk. Didn't do anything. Brarg.
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| Steveee noooooo |
[04 Sep 2006|10:36am] |
Crocodile hunters one weakness?
Stingray stings to the chest.
9999
9999
9999
It was like Knights of the Round but ya know...It probably didn't take half an hour.
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[18 Aug 2006|09:19am] |
So far I have all A's.
And a B+ in Fundementals of Design.
Fuck I am so retarded. Better go kill myself =)
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