Why yes, I *can* turn religion into a matter of emoness. Want to hear how, oh emo patrons of yore. Ok. I'll tell you. Nuns are emo. They are a totally classic example of unrequited love. They love god unconditionally, and he's never able to give them something back, at least, something tangible, because he's too busy running the world or whatever. Oh LORD, how emo that is. Aren't nuns just so angstalicious though, with their black habits? They are crying out from the depths for hair mousse and eyeliner and black rimmed glasses of emo-sadness. How despondent this world is, that not even a nun can get love. Oh, the emoness of this situation pains my heart in such a way that I believe I am in need of thanking the emo goddess, Amy Lee. And of course, the emo prince of the darkness and sadness and bloodiness of my bruised heart, Ben something from Billy Talent. And of course...the emo bible, a thesaurus! Therefore....well. There isn't really a conclusion to all that, except that it's really emo. crimson tears are falling crimsonly onto my chee ks as i!$(!* wait for the slowness of th e death of a sma ll and bloody kitt en !*($*! ;;"*^%%^ death ?;