emo bloggin'

Oh emo kids.
How entertaining art thou. (did I say that right?)
First of all, "emo", when said in japanese, sounds like POTATO!
(especially if you try to say "jaguar emo" )
and it can also mean you're from middle-of-no-where-land.

And I think emo-blogs are the BEST. I love how ridiculously ridiculous they are.
Emo blogs always goes something like this:

the unsurprisingly unstimulating infested world is twisting around my empty synonymous head and compromising its promiscuous shapes and virgin shadows. its contours with supressed light and complete dark contrasts are continuously encapsulating the emotions of the miniscule bodies of flesh that wind and twist in agony as they overpower the weak minds who are following orders of arrogant pompous followers. They only want to get you. they abhor, avoid and destroy the fear, the pain, the darkness. but I don't. I often wonder if I am the only one who wonders whether the darkness I see in others is permeated through the conflicting adumbration in smiles and emotions people seem to fake on their body structure they call a FACE. Instead, I walk through the abyss, the channels of calignosity, the valleys of uncorrupted pretension. I wish I could smile, even if it meant I had to be untruthful to my unfeigned unconditional darkness.

IT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!
If you wanna use BIG words, use them RIGHT! don't make stuff up!
Go to school, to the beach, the mall, ANYWHERE.
You need some sun! some VITAMIN D!

as we go on... we remember... all the times we....
tte that's vitamin C!

-October, 2007