Never mind the bullocks, this is the true story of a scene called emo. Is it the angle of a self-taken photograph that defines me as a person? Is it the tightness of my pants that renders me an indvidual? Is it my expression of emotional sensitivity that shows my worth as a human being? Read More »
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Cut my wrists and black my eyes: the bastardization of punk rock in the wrong hands
By rebelfromthewai... - Posted on April 9th, 2008
