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| *this is a typical 7th grader who thinks he's the shit when really all he is is the result of mass media hype condensced into a small packagable form for easy consumption. | |
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| And on top of that all he listens to is linkin park and disturbed because hes so metal. and the closest he ever came to indie rock was brand new, and we all know how indie rock they are. | |
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| so he sits in his room all day whining about this girl that he cant have when we all know the relationship would last 2 days because the girl would decide she doesnt like his haircut, | |
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| so he'll return to his bed and newfound bestfriend (an oddly crunchy tubesock) for hours at a time and listen to story of the year and their "the stars will cry the blackest tears tonight" bullshit | |
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| and through this he'll declare himself gothic and wear black for despair and red for vengance and listen to afi a lot and think theyre the greatest rock band to come out in the last 2 years since | |
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| disturbed but eventually he'll find himself as a punk rocker who listens to simple plan and new found glory and we find him back at square one because its the american dream to think youre unique.* | |
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