[i]My name is Saint Jimmy; I'm a son of a gun. I'm the one that's from the way outside. I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun in the Cult of the Life of Crime. I really hate to say it, but I told you so, so shut your mouth before I shoot you down. Welcome to the club and gimme some blood, I'm the resident leader of the lost and found[/i] ;]
[i]I'm the Son of Rage and Love; the[u]Jesus of Suburbia[/u]. From the Bible of, Non of the Above, on a steady diet of Soda Pop and Ritalin. No one ever died for my Sins of Hell, as far as I can tell, at least the ones I got away with. And there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm spose'd to be, in a land of make believe, that don't believe in me. [/i]
[i]Dearly beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying. Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure... Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded, or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused, for lack of a better word and that's my best excuse...[/i]
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