a sad thing that came to life by the the mass-marketing of emo music. attend to an emo concert and you will think the person standing in front of you is the twin of the one behind you - or next to you - or behind that one...
-tight shirts (preferably black, band shirts, indie motivs or just thrift store)
-chucks or vans
-black greasy mop-top hair, covers at least one eye
-at least one piercing/tattoo (if mommy allowed)
-dance style: "congestion" or "headache"
the emoclone is the epitomee of individual style gone commercial
-*rub eyes* wow i guess i´m drunk i keep seeing the same guy with the greasy hair over and over!
-no those are emoclones. *shudder*