I am hardcore. I will windmill kick you in the face. Everybody back up, make a circle, let’s destroy this place. The lights are low and I’m about to go off. Here comes the break down, ka-ra-te chop! Raise up your arms, make an X if you’re down. Me and my crew, we own this stinkin’ town. Watch out for my fist, your face it will kiss on purpose. I’m tough and I’m ticked.

I don’t slow dance, I don’t salsa dance, forget the tango. I don’t slam dance you idiot, I dance hardcore. On the floor, I’m the man you’ve never seen before. When the drummer yells, “go!” it’s my time to blow.

And in between songs. I yell at the band, cause I don’t care what they have to say. I’m not here to learn anything anyway. I’m here to dance. In the zone, in a trance.

I don’t smoke cigarettes, but if she’s willing I’ll drop my pants. Promiscuous I am, but I’m vegan, I don’t eat ham or any of that stuff cause it’s bad for you, right? Save the animals, forget the sweatshop scandals!

I do not shop at hot topic. I am not Mall Core, I am hardcore. Madball, Hatebreed, Throwdown, Terror. I own all their records on colored vinyl, limited edition and hand numbered. But you won’t see me asking for no autograph. I ain’t lookin’ like no fool. I ain’t no pop culture tool.

If they ain’t screamin’, I ain’t listenin’. If they ain’t got a blast beat, I ain’t tappin’ my feet. I eat emo pansies for breakfast, and give their little t-shirts to my little sister. So cry about it you messenger bag, purse carrying whatever.

I wear girl pants, but I’m homophobic. Yet the way I’m always huggin’ on my homeboys you sure wouldn’t know it. I’ve had my ears stretched an inch since back in ’96. Somebody told me hardcore was a place to share what you believe, but I didn’t like what dude said, so I flipped him off and told him to leave.

I’m mad at society because my parents won’t buy me a new computer, even though I asked politely. My playstation 2 is broken, but my Xbox works. When that breaks though, something will hit the fan and I’ll express myself with rage and anger, just like a man. Cause that’s how it’s done, right? You get mad and start a fight, right? I think I may, I think I might, take my insecurities out on that punk in the pit tonight.

Cause really, I am just insecure. More than that, I’m kinda scared and hurting inside. And I don’t know how to deal with it. I don’t know what being a man means. I thought acting tough was the way to go.

But now that I think about it… I’m emo.


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    General Commentthis is hilarious. omg my fav line is "I eat emo pansies for breakfast, and give their little t-shirts to my little sister. So cry about it you messenger bag, purse carrying whatever."
    ahhh, must listen to how he does this!
    2hauteon August 02, 2005   Link

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