MUSIC IS MY HOT POCKETS != MUSIC IS MY HOT, HOT SEX.
HOWEVER!
MUSIC IS MY HOT POCKETS > MUSIC IS MY HOT, HOT SEX.
I REST MY CASE. THANK YOU, GOOD SIRS, AND GOODNIGHT.
Self Portrait by ~bob1498

METROSEXUAL.EMO.GOTH THE DARK, DECREPIT, PEELING WALLS OF THE SUBWAY STATION WERE DRIPPING WITH A BLACK, CLOTTED LIQUID. IT GATHERED AT THE GROUND AND ON THE RUSTED TRAIN TRACKS IN GREAT POOLS. A RAT SCURRIED ACROSS THE TRACKS. A TRAIN HIT IT. THE RAT'S BLOOD AND PAIN WERE SPRAYED ON THE WALLS. ALONE, COLD, FEARFUL, ANGRY, DARK, AND SAD, A YOUNG BOY WITH A CLEAN-SHAVEN FACE, SHOULDER-LENGHT STRAIGHT HAIR, AND A CASUAL SUIT WALKED DOWN THE BROKEN ESCALATOR. HE SAW THE DEAD RAT, SAT DOWN, AND BEGAN TO CRY. AS HE DREW A SMALL RAZOR BLADE FROM HIS POCKET, THE BLACK BLOOD FROM THE SUBWAY WALLS POOLED MORE QUICKLY. AS THE BLADE CUT HIS WRISTS, THE BOY WAS SUBMERGED INMETROSEXUAL.EMO.GOTH by !GayOldHobo
HAY HUNTARRRRRRR. ;O