Not to say I am an expert on these things, but that dude looks SAD.
It actually bummed me out for a minute looking at him.
This guy knows pain, and not in the “my parents never loved me way,” either.
In other emo news, have you heard about this shit going down in Mexico?
http://www.exclaim.ca/articles/generalarticlesynopsfullart.aspx?csid1=120&csid2=844&fid1=30610
Sure, I’ve wanted to throw something at an emo kid before, like a giant tub of IMO, that fake sour cream, but actually beating em down? Not cool. Between them and the punks, there’s some kind of turf war. It’s like the Sharks and the Jets, only with actual stabbing instead of those silly hand-holding circle things they did in the play. It’s kind of interesting too how many hard core cholos like Morrisey. What the fuck, Mexico?
Oh yes, and one more thing. I really dislike it immensely (I am making a concerted effort to not use the word hate when I don’t mean it) when people say they are feeling “emo.” EMO IS NOT AN EMOTION, DUDE!!! FOR FUCK’S SAKE! There are so many lovely words to convey feeling crappy about the world. Perhaps you are feeling like a you have a general feeling of malaise, or perhaps you are feeling morose, or even baleful, or have a touch of ennui. See, aren’t those nice words that are DYING because we live in such a pop-tart, text messaged, microwaved society? It’s a damn shame. So, the greater message here, my good people, is be sad, be bummed, but for the love of GOD and everything holy, don’t call yourself emo.
You might get your ass beat by a cholo who knows all the words to Suedehead.
