you know what's funny?

anti emo riots in mexico

this's fucking hilarious.
there's so many of them... yet they have to whine to the police to protect themselves.
i wish i could fly over there now.
i'd love to kill an emo kid.

they're just fucking losers jumping on the bandwagon.
a subculture that prides itself on "how we're all so different."
right.
they're all different in the exact same way.

and they're all so unique when they all have the same exact look.
seriously, they keep whining about self expression.
how hypocritical can that be when they all dress the same.
sheep, i say.

i wish we had that in singapore.
i'd gladly lead pogroms against...
vermin.

people who listen to pop.
people who misrepresent their identity.
people who are "chao enthu"
all dragonboaters.
all cheerleaders.

i'd gladly lead pogroms against these people.
simply because i hate them.
of course, it'd never happen (unfortunately).
prudence.
but lemme dream a bit, k?

it'd be fantastic if i could round these people up and put them into concentration camps.
instead of auschwitz it'd probably be some offshore island or summat.
somewhere there're no crappy cd stores.
no bullshit new urban males.

then we could torture them, perhaps.
or perhaps we can do a mengele on them.
you know.
like josef mengele.
do fun stuff like some human experimentation.
wait, i dont think the term's very appropriate.
they arent exactly very human, innit?
more like... cretin.
vermin.

a lot of this kinda ppl are... an irritance.
they travel in huge swarms.
they get in my way.
(i can hardly take the fucking lift now.)
they're incredibly... noisy.
they hog up my bandwith and now i can hardly watch movies in my office.
and my downloads take hours. (downloaded only 3 albums today. sarcofago, x japan and paradise lost)
also, they're unbelievably arrogant.
impertinence.

i believe that people in general should be respectful of each other.
all it takes.
ACKNOWLEDGE each other's presence. a curt nod or so.
be mindful of each other's needs (you dont see me blasting metal loudly, though i'd love to.)
respect each other's space.
if you're in a public place with unfamiliar people, they may object if you speak loudly, for example.
so dont carry on wildly like you own the fucking place.

i dream of pogroms.
instead of kristalnacht it'd be a night filled with ripped new urban male singlets, FBTs and blood.

slayer- mandatory suicide.

A vile smell, like tasting death
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit
Dying terror
Bloods cheap, its everywhere
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line