Metaphors Are So Scene

Ironic post-emo friends sit in a booth at the similarly ironically named [+][-] coffee/tea/halfway house.

:-] __"Hey bud! how we doin man?"

:o) __"All right...Its been a while man, this place is so rad..."

The band Magazine blasts from the speakers.

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:-]__ "This bands my favorite man, don’tcha love um?"

:o) __"Yeah...Oh man, you wanna beer?"

:-]__ "All right...Aw man, hell bro, this is best man,I’m so glad we’re all back together and stuff. this is great man."

:o) __"Yeah...Hey you know about that party after the show?"

:-]__ "Yeah. Aw man, it’s gunna be the best... I’m so stoned. take it easy bro!"

;-} __What the hell show are you all talking about?

:o) __So Indie I Could Just Fucking Die Right Now. I saw 'em last year.

:-[ __I was there. I didn't see you.

;-} __Your hair covered your face up.

:-[ __I was acting indifferent at the merch booth, putting on makeup

;-} __I want a lover I don't have to love

:-[ __I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck

}:P _Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure...

;-}__ Let’s have a black celebration tonight

:o) __Reading is fundamental!

}:P __You just listen to the ol' PorkChop Express an' take his advice on a dark and stormy night when some wild-eyed eight-foot tall maniac grabs your neck an' taps the back of your favorite head up against a bar room wall. An' he looks you crooked in the eye an' he asks if you've paid your dues. You look right back at that big sucker an' remember what Jack Burton always says at times like that. "Have you paid your dues, Jack"...

:-[ __..."No, sir,I've just charged 'em." You said that last week when you were drunk.

}:\ __Death is everywhere

:o) __There are flies on the windscreen for a start.

;-} __I feel for you, I think I love you

}:\ __You let me penetrate you

;-} __Help me become somebody else!

}:P __Gozer the Traveller will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldronaii the Traveller came as a very large and moving Torb. Then of course in the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrex supplicants they chose a new form for him, that of a Sloar. Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar that day I can tell you.