Forced to see the light.

So I have a moderately useful feat for all unwilling emo's. I myself got hit awfully hard by my old friend Lee Thargy recently which has caused me to do absolutely nothing. For a few weeks now I've been too sullen to get out of the house much, and if I really must I return rather quickly. Unless whoever I'm with is as apathetic as I am, seeing as I just spent an entire weekend hanging around on a matress in Krime's livingroom. Seeing as he's as bad as me he always has the blinds closed, resulting in a complete loss of time whilst watching the stupidest shit we can find on TV and YouTube. I never watch TV. I haven't seen half the shows. Ever. It was all mildly interesting, because of that. Which makes me doubt myself.

Regardless! Walking home today, or rather shuffling seeing as doing nothing always makes you so damn tired, I was hanging my head and looking at the ground. The thing is, I was wearing fake'ish type-ex white Doc's. It was that time of day when the sun's going down and everything's blue- and purple'ish. Things get bright. It's like a neon parade of perfectly natural colours. You MUST know what I'm talking about.

So here I was looking at my shoes, and they were just so damn bright. I couldn't help but smile. They were just so flashy, and sometimes I'd swing my arm a little further than necessary so my white leather jacket sleeve'd come in sight. Bright flash. Terrible joy.

The point I'm trying to make here is that emo-kids or emo-grans or any emo-specimen's that don't want to be should wear white type-ex shoes. It literally forces you to see the light. To follow the light. To see things in a brighter perspective. To .. you get my drift. Do it.



Also, just because I'm a wannabe-rebel seeing the greater bad in everything:

Mother Earth says Punk's not Dead and you can kindly go screw yourself.