Sing in me, Muse, and give me my tools that are direly needed. The tools of realization, the voice of my proclamation, the beginning of salvation, and the cost of my reputation. The words of my generation, not created by speculation. But funny you should mention this particular creation. Because in this current situation, I am forced into this sensation. This feeling sweeping over me and the rest of the population. May we join in celebration for this glorious occasion. We are people of desperation, yet without any hesitation, we continue our diabolical ways in this time and this location. I am no martyr, please don't make this correlation I am merely a man, with a simple declaration. I refused to be silenced and I wish to share my observation. It is that you are my inspiration.

Ohay, I'm Jackson Parmley (PARM-LEE) and I'm your sweetest nightmare.
P.S. - This is STICKAM; not my real life. I probably don't give a fuck what you think. JS. </b>