"Real Emo" only consists of the dc Emotional Hardcore scene and the late 90's Screamo scene. What is known by "Midwest Emo" is nothing but Alternative Rock with questionable real emo influence. When people try to argue that bands like My Chemical Romance are not real emo, while saying that Sunny Day Real Estate is, I can't help not to cringe because they are just as fake emo as My Chemical Romance (plus the pretentiousness). Real emo sounds ENERGETIC, POWERFUL and somewhat HATEFUL. Fake emo is weak, self pity and a failed attempt to direct energy and emotion into music. Some examples of REAL EMO are Pg 99, Rites of Spring, Cap n Jazz (the only real emo band from the midwest scene) and Loma Prieta. Some examples of FAKE EMO are American Football, My Chemical Romance and Mineral EMO BELONGS TO HARDCORE NOT TO INDIE, POP PUNK, ALT ROCK OR ANY OTHER MAINSTREAM GENRE

CHIGURH: Call it.

PROPRIETOR: Call it?

CHIGURH: Yes.

PROPRIETOR: For what?

CHIGURH: Just call it.

PROPRIETOR: Well -- we need to know what it is we're callin' for here.

CHIGURH: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't even be right.

PROPRIETOR: I didn't put nothin' up.

CHIGURH: Yes you did. You been putting it up your whole life. You just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?

PROPRIETOR: No.

CHIGURH: Nineteen fifty-eight. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails, and you have to say. Call it.

PROPRIETOR: Look... I got to know what I stand to win.

CHIGURH: Everything.

PROPRIETOR: How's that?

CHIGURH: You stand to win everything. Call it.

PROPRIETOR: All right. Heads then.

[Chigurh takes his hand away from the coin and turns his arm to look at it.]

CHIGURH: Well done.

[He hands it across.]

CHIGURH: ...Don't put it in your pocket.

PROPRIETOR: Sir?

CHIGURH: Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.

PROPRIETOR: ...Where you want me to put it?

CHIGURH: Anywhere not in your pocket. Or it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.

when I was 15 years old, I started my first ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ job like many of you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ probably did too. except mine was a little more ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up. I worked at something called a horse insemination plant. every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ day I would get up in the morning I'd go to this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ barn and I'd have to walk down a line with a horse on either ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ side of me. these horses were fully erect and I had to grasp in each hand a throbbing horse ♥♥♥♥, and rub it until completion and collect it in a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ jar. this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ who owned this place was selling these jars for a million dollars a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ gallon and I was getting paid 4 dollars a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hour. there are three ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ people in this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ world. THREE, there's the man who owns the horse and gets the money, there's the man who has the money and gets the horse, and there's us. ME YOU YOU YOU. we jack off the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ horses and we get NOTHING! (long live hxc)