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World War On//emo |
March 2nd, 2006 @ 12:00am |
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AHHHH. I have not emo-updated in like....years. So I will. Basically, the emoness of school, especially whence we are talking about world war one is totally unsurpassed by anything except my gloriously skunk like hair, which has accents of bleach, and red like my blood-pumping heart. Essentially, we just did this thingo, and it's like a war simulation game, which is totally emo because the blood of my trnch-buddies, not to mention german infanty men rains down on me and causes me to examine my oh-so-emo existance. You know, I've always wanted to bleach my entire self, not only my hair, so that I could properly reflect the emo-ness that is the whiteness of bleached hair, on a backdrop of blackened blood, turned red by years of antagonizing. And listening to Maroon (CrymsinxxxFyve) 5.
the blood
of the
krauts ra
ins onmy
iiixxxbleedingxxxiii
heart
it procee
ds to force
my sou
l
to really abuse
CaPs LoCk
a&nd
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My Emoical Romance |
January 26th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
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The emoness of my soul is almost as emo as the emoness of the battle of the bands being held at my school tomorrow, and the fact that instead of standing in the audience, moshing sadly to the strains of bands such as "as my crimsonxxxtears lay dying in the embers of my heart of woe", I will be running tech in the technical booth of my greatly theatre-oriented, and therefore extremely emo school. Know what else is horrendously emo? Me having not updated this since...2005! Then again, 2005 is a very emo year, but 2006 is even emoer. See, 2006 adds up to 8, which is my far the emo-est number ever, as stated by both Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes of My Emo Death and the Loss of My Kitten Mittens, and that guy with the weird hair from My Chemical Romance Which Isn't Really Chemical Because I Am Much Too SxE to Do Drugs, Which I Will Call Chemicals For the Purpose of This Extremely Emo Band Name....
of woe.
eitch
tee
em
ell
of the sadness of my heart
makes the heart bleed
in
sad
ness
like a 967185781 yen
postcard, staine
d with the
tears of my
over-lin
ed
eyes
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Oh Christmas Treemo! |
December 25th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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CHRISTMAS IS SO GODDAMN EMO, IT'S UNBELIEVABLY. Well, obviously religion is emo. Which is totally a given. But seriously, can you not imagine Jesus as an emo kid? Like, turning wine into water because he's so sXe that he can't bear looking at wine because it gets punk rockers drunk, and they are the exact opposite of emo kids because sometimes they kick them to the ground in hopes to disrupt their beautifully blackened, greasy emo-kid hair styles! Oh, that being said, run on sentences are also really emo. Because they're like the constant beating of an emo-kid's heart. Never stopping, and yet always. Coming. So. Close. Just like how emos sometimes want to kill themselves? Because listening to CRYmsinxxxXXXxxxFyve has made them sad? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
deck the halls with
bou
ghs
of my crymsin
deathhhh
iiandii the sadness
of crosses and small
happy children who
frol
ick
amidst the snow covered
xxxbullrushesxxx
while 17817268917687183718375817519845
emo kids us
e lots of
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It's heeeeah! |
December 16th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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THE GUIDE.
1. Pepper your typed speech with a bunch of unecessary spaces, i's and x's. It'll make you seem a lot emo-er, because the x's represent your broken heart of woe. Also, use lots of little hearts made of lesser than signs and threes. And slashes, if you're really cool, but this is of course only for very hardcore people who are sure that they want to venture so deeply into this occult world of sadness and anGST.
2. Two words: TIGHT. PANTS. Oh, and dyed black hair. Can't be without the dyed black hair. If you're really adventurous, get a few bleached streaks. It'll show people you're serious about your new-found lonliness--uh, lifestyle.
3. Get a myspace. And then take pictures of yourself at impossible angles, and photoshop them so that you look like you're crying blood, or in a sea of blackness or something else equally emo.
4. Be straight edge, or SxE. No one likes a drunk emo-kid. Now, if you're not willing to give up the drugs or alcohol, then emo is not for you. It's necessary to have all our cognition powers when we venture into the world of slowly moshing men who look like women, and women who look like men who are trying not to look like women.
5. Cut your hair in a very bizarre fashion. Lots of layers works, as long as you have a fringe of bangs that you can hide under so people actually have to look at you to see you crying and not just hear you from the next stall over the in bathroom.
6. Photography. Art. Poetry. These are your friends. Well, actually, you're emo, you don't have friends, but they're the closest you'll ever get. Invest in a digital camera, a black mottled notebook and some colored pencils. You'll only use the black one, so no need for a huge set. Make lots of artwork with people bleeding and crying. Write lots of poetry with people bleeding and crying. Take lots of pictures of people bleeding and crying.
7. Lonliness is the key. To fulfill your newfound artistic muse, you'll need to get a mirror, because as an emo-kid, you don't have any friends. Or muscles, for that matter.
8. LIVEJOURNAL. Or Xanga, or whatever. Something that you can blog in, and have people glance and comment at how very sad you are, and how you shouldn't kill yourself just yet because you mean the world to someone, even though that someone might a) be living in like...Equatorial Guinea or b) doesn't really want anything to do with you because you're just so goddamn emo!
9. Whine and rave and rant and whine about your ex-relationship. Even if it's been a a week, or a month, or three years. The world has a right to know how upset you are. Also, the world isn't going to do a damn thing about it because you don't let them, so whining if perfectly harmless. Unless someone gets fed up and shoots you. In which case you'll be happy. And dead. Lifeless, like a telephone.
10. Last but not least, LABEL YOURSELF EMO. If you don't label yourself, how will you inspire others to do so? Which rhymes with woe.
(tears of semicolons fall)
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Amy Leemo |
December 16th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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Emo is a way of life, a style, a musical genre and a god. And as my greasy black hair and sadness of my burning, hating-love heart ruminate over this fact, we, and by that I mean me, think that it's time someone emo wrote a guide to teach other wannabe emos to be emo. And possibly to have mildly better sentence structure. Well, maybe just teach them how to be emo. And this is why, by the power vested in me by the emo goddess of emo, Amy Lee, I shall create a guide to being emo called "Emo in xxxx10xxxx iieasyii steps of woe" Ready? Good. Because I'm not. It is still necessary to reflect on my emoness, and think of how it is indeed harder to breathe when one is using Jesus as one's tourniquet, seeing as Jesus is very emo (see the entry before this, which tells you to see the entry about religion and emo). Emo and woe rhyme. Coincidence? I think not! |
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Exams=X-mas=Emo |
December 11th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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I have realized, in my utmost emo-osity-ness that this is my FIFTY SECOND ENTRY. What the fuck? Good lord. I guess there really is a little emo in everyone. That being said, today I realized that exams are the most emo thing EVER. Firstly, they're an anagram of x-mas, kinda, which is TOTALLY FUCKING EMO because...well, see my entry on how religion is really emo. Ok, aside from that, they make people nervous. And when people are nervous they sometimes get sad. And then they listen to sad music. And then they dye their hair black and get a really choppy, greasy haircut and mosh to the emosaint, Amy Lee. In conclusion, exams are emo.
the exa
m of emoness
is making me
shake like
a frail
emoboy
in the heavy wind
of my
crymsinxxsadness
;; wo
is me
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iEmo |
November 20th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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EMOxcore. Okay, so I've made a decision. The emo-est name out there is.........(drumroll, please?)
MOE.
Now here's why. Basically, you can spell emo with Moe. And therefore, if your name is Moe, you are E-mo! Also, this just in, emo authorities have managed to prove that Albert Einstein was emo. His theory of relativity was recently redeciphered. Apparently, the alleged genius had very bad handwriting, and was in truth writing "e=mo squared." Yesterday, I went to a concert. And it was emo to the maxxcore. There was so much choppy black hair that the emoness of my soul didn't know whether to refuse a cigarette on account of my Sxe-ness, or refuse a BEER on account of my Sxe-ness. And so I did both, because the crimson tears of regret and sadness were already pouring down my cheeks, and obscuring the visions of love and caring that I was feeling emanate from the stage, where an emo band was playing. Their black choppy hair styles, lined with bleached blonde in strategically placed locations like the cuts on their thin, frail emo arms led me to believe that in truth, they were emo, like the blackness of my soul had divined in the first place.
i was concerti
zing
when suddenl
y
my sadness and blackness of my soul
overtook
my choppyxxxcore
hair
of woe.
and kittens crying tears
that would
never be
drie
d!#(%*9177$&!&#*)%*(!*
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MyEmoSpace |
October 27th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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AHHH, the emoness of my soul prevails over the soulity of my emoness, as I haven't written in 18 days. Oh, how emo a number 18 is. Oh, how emo that sentence structure was. Oh, how emo canadian history is. Actually, that last one is pretty true. See last entry. That being said, my emo hair is quite emo this fine, rainy, DARK AND DEATH LIKE emo day. It is black. And greasy. And swirling around my head like a mop, as I tilt my head at impossible angles, all for the sake of a picture to put on myspace, with terrible lighting, weird captions and my eyes looking so very very emoliciously sad.
my
space
is actually for peo
ple with space
in
thei
r heads
so that they can be
Em
00000.
and
sad
like the black
ness of my
he-art
backslash.
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Emoetry |
October 9th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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The sadness of my heart is only surpassed by the square root of the sadness of my heart, which in fact implies that it's the sadness of my heart times itself. Woah. Don't you just hate when people hate emo just because us emos look like such complete tards? It's absolutely sickening, and it makes my black emo heart of kittens reeking of blood and sadness and woe to be angry, in a purely emo-ical sense. Which in truth means that it's time for some emoetry. Speaking of emo, I've decided, with my emo patrons of yore, that instead of saying emo poetry, it's much easier, and takes up less time with which I could be listening to EMO MUSIC like iiiCrymsinxxxxxxxFyveiii to say emoetry. Thus, a new word is coined.
coin
like the coins of my heart
all
encompass
ing the sadness
and black
NESS! which dev
ours
me.
and my
..xxxheartxxx..
of
wo
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ON SALE. |
September 24th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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This just in: EMO HALF PRICE, BITCHEZZZZZ. This means you can slit half your wrists, or wear *half* tight pants, or gauge only one of your ears, or even listen to MAROON TWO POINT FIVE. Yes, you heard me. That's what that's all about. As in, emo on sale. As in, not buying your little sister's jeans for 6984028403.70 $, but whatever half of that number is. NANGNANGNANG.
The blackness
of my HEART OF
wuh-hoe is just black
like my soul, and
emo hair that looks like tents and
hu
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