9/3/19
Dude, I'm such a goner right now. Like the downpour is coming from the north, the parade coming up is wear all black, and my brother wants to go to the forest so we can hide in the trees. The screen on my tablet broke, I have a huge migraine. I ran out of chlorine for my pool. The trench in my back yard is flooding, I don't believe what's on tv because it's what they want to see, and I can't go for a ride because my car radio went out, and I'm so stressed out from my heathen brothers not giving into a truce. I'm doubting my hometown's lane boy's "not today" jumpsuit for winning in the semi-automatic isle of flightless birds ode to sleep competition. And the message man keeps falling away into the trapdoor, leading to a new car, a flaming torch, and a new death to appear in my fairly local Jonny boys house of gold. 
You're welcome.

Pass it on: 
We all cried when Mikey died in The Ghost Of You. 
We all laughed when Frank kicked Gerard in the balls. 
We all fangirled when Gerard and Frank kissed on stage. 
We all smiled whenever we heard a My Chem song. 
We all supported Gerard when he went through addictions. 
We all stuck with the band through thick and thin. 
We all felt better knowing My Chem was there. 
We all lived as Vampires. 
We all longed for Revenge. 
We all marched in The Black Parade. 
We all became Fabulous Killjoys. 
We never let them take us alive. 
We all kept our guns close. 
We all kept running. 
We never looked back. 
We all sang it for the boys and the girls; the blind and the deaf. 
We all took a stand for what we believe in. 
We all shared connections with each other and MCR. 
We all have our memories. 
We all stayed beautiful and kept it ugly. 
We stayed strong. 
We stayed alive. 
And we all cried as hard as humanly possible when we found out that the band that changed our lives forever is gone. But we will always be a family.