A dance that the emo subculture tells us that it doesn't exsist, but in the depths of the society there is a dance that consists of one bleeding around a hat while listening to any type of screamo-emo music. the hat can be substituted for a puddle of blood, or in rare cases dead babies.
girl: "are you going to the dance?"
emokid: "only if they are playing Hawthorne Heights, the only dance that i know is the emocan dance...forget i said that because it doesn't exist."
The Emosaurus is a large orange dinosaur, with razor sharp metallic teeth. The Emosaurus spends its time roaming the world looking for Emo kids to eat for breakfast.
With its keen sense of smell, and ultra-sensitive Emo-detection hearing, It is quickly attracted to the smell of slitted wrists, and the sound of Simple Planmusic.
The best way to avoid the Emosaurus is too stop living in the "Black Abyss." If you enjoy simple plan music, keep it low so that the Emosaurus understands you are not trying to make everyone else suffer.
-The Emosaurus ate the Emo kid for breakfast -The Emosaurus makes the world a better place
-Go play with the Emosaur
A ironic playground for emo kids/teens, where the poor unfortunate tortured souls can set thier fears in motion. A intense place where everyone with depressed thoughts linger at one point and time.