Idiots -- A minor complaint.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, take your noses and eat them along with every single hypocritical word and splurring that you've managed to spit and throw out at people who rank above you in character and most certainly attitude. You're annoying, your makeup is overdone, stop imitating gay cliches and just please go home to your goddamn corners.
... Ok! Hi guys! Now that I'm feeling better and have confused you with my uncharted territory of angry rockage, lemme explain exactly what's going on here.
Twenty questions: They're yellow, They're noisy, and everyone has them!
Sorry! Bananas don't talk!
I mean our friends rabblerousing, noisy, annoying, back-of-the-class, idiotic, tomfoolery, argumentative, screaming (you got it) class room clowns. Save us now, oh lord of the flies! These are the people whom you expect to steal a Toyota Avalon when they're high on angel dust swinging a bat like a chimp with a katana and singing Jingle Bells in July. These are also the people (reality now,
Raping Emo--A Minor Complaint
Hi guys. Long time no see? If you were fighting a polish nun and failing god study class you'd be absentminded too.
What Ky? Raping emo? What is this? Haven't you called yourself emo? Are you turning to religion? Are you too holy for us now? Whoamglolomfgroflwtfbbq?
... Err ... roffle my waffles?
But no, really. The first person to call this an argument, as one on the homosexuality thing, is going to get flogged with a Russian ladle. Enough about me, more about emo!
So for those out there, such as I or maybe you who are in the throes of teenage melodrama and excessive newness have come to be familiar with the house hold term of emo. Emo being short for emotional is mostly, and saddly, stereotyped on suicidal punks that moan, groan, weep and write a lot of depressing poetry.
How many emos does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Three. One to do it, one to cry about and one to write a song about it. (Someone kindly inform me who said that first; I'll thank them for it later.)
Scared Love--A Minor Complaint
If there's one thing that I'm gonna have a pet peeve about it's telling someone you like them.
I can go around with about 5 different people in my local mall at 5 different times and hear a lot of the same things.
"Oh, I like suchandsuch so much, but like, I'm still not sure if they like me. Oh Ky, what if they reject me? I couldn't take something like that. Maybe I'll get soandso to tell suchandsuch and have soandso tell me what suchandsuch said and maybe I'll tell them over AIM..."
There are a lot of rant points that I wanna nail in this complaint, so lemme just start numbering them:
---> 1.) "They're gonna hate me forever, oh I can't, I'm so nervous!!"
Ok. Here's the jist of it: tell them flat out. It's really not hard. It's almost inconceivable, I know, you think I think this is easy? Hell no Jose, this is hard crap. At least for the mind to take. When you're up at bat a million things go through your mind: "What if he rejects me? He's gonna make fun of me! Her and her friends will
Long of Amazing
They all had come
From the nations; just for questions,
This luck ridden birth, yeah,
Less than angel; just amazing
All crowding my head now,
Doc's confounded; All astounded,
Raised into the air high
Happy father; weeping mother,
Blessed hell from fate, yeah,
I was promised; now astonished
I walk the wonders of earth now,
Feet are grounded; mind unfounded,
Blackened eyes and palms, yeah,
I'm in no mood; but I won't brood,
Music now rings
In my ears now; I can hear now,
A decade of life passed,
Beautiful mess; tryin' to transgress,
Reach into my mind, yeah,
Time to pardon; secret garden
I walk with the curse of a thousand
Of God's fallen angels,
As far as my mind shall not wander
I'll have compassion and my fashion,
And as far as they think I'm considered
I am nothing long of amazing
And for now I shall stay in the corner
Slowly drowning; I am frowning
To the lies that you have told;
Forget the times
Of confession; my obsessions,
Look into your eyes, yeah,
I am wandering; slowly ponderi