My emoliciousness was forced to drag itself out of its hole of self pity and bloody kittens and went to Amittyville Horror. It was VERY emo! I was crying emo tears of crimson regret and sadness because there was just oh so much teen anGST! If only my emoness could be loved and cherished like the emoness of the man in Amittyville that went and killed people. The only thing he was missing was a tight dark sweater, and shaggier black bangs that covered his emo face full of rage and family-killing-ness! I sense it is time for another poem. Amitty Ville*@!#%*)(! no emo for the masses of kit ten s and sadness and LOVE for all things iiEiiMiiOii anGSTy teens on rampages to kill kittens and spread the blood to the emoASDGJKSJGKDA!) ({%!()% ;