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Emogame come to life...

...in the form of whinny fucktoids who despise my record label and everyone under it or associated with it. For some deranged reason.

It's amazing how some people take the most trivial of things way too seriously. Our current political climate throughout the world in response to 9-11 is ample proof of that. But when compared with religion, terrorism, national defence and mad presidents, crank calls in the name of music seem pretty fucking redundant.

See, there's this tiny little teen emo band that has some major malfunction and is hell bent on hating One Buck Short (our only successful band under our label) and the rest of FYI, for reasons unexplained except for the statement, "we don't like you. We don't like what you do."

Strange SMS's. Strange phone calls. Taunts and fighting words associated with the playground. What the fuck is wrong with these kids?!

Sure, there're a lot of people who hate FYI's guts. Fair enough. We're not exactly joining their fan clubs either. But, whilst most of these have been talks behind our back and rants on the net behind phony names, these kids are calling up, telling us who they are, but don't have the cojones to actually come up to any of our faces to start some shit. Fucking kids.

Besides, I thought all these emo-kids were content being clinically depressed and writing in their diary, dressed in black with short hair.

(To be fair, I am currently dressed all in black, my hair is short and thanks to my cap, matted down, and I'm writing in an online diary. I just realized this as i typed the fucking thing. The good Lord doth work in mysterious ways indeed. I was also once diagnosed as clinically depressed, but I'll save that for another time. Besides, I'm happy now.)

Why are these kids even bothering to call and tell people that they simply don't like them? Why are they wasting their fucking credit?! Did mommy not breast feed them enough when they were children? Were they caught masturbating over images of sheep by the housemaid? Were they dropped on the head in the delivery room?

I looked up the band too when I was surfing on the net. Was just about to put a link to it when I realized: I'm an adult (albeit a very childish one). So I won't let all the good readers know who these kids are. Better I talk shit about them but keep their name hidden so that only a select few will know exactly which fuck-tarts I'm talking about rather than spread the word.

There. There's my mature thing done for the day. Time for some see-saw fun.
7.9.04 08:43
 


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