Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. --v for vendetta.

you couldn't catch me if you were breaking your neck with mach velocity.i am a lightning dream, a universe track star. seven hundred million miles a moment. um is an illusion to those standing still. to those dying still, never stop running with all your broken heart, or the shattering hear you hold together as it beats like a sharded record replaying the same flash of life that screams replaying the same flash of life that screams within your beautiful eyes rendered. life rended by pale iron claws, cleaving time into slices. of bread fed through the lunar cage. to a phantasm, a terror-vision-demon, the sole under-water-world-edge-ending-walker, crying tears of energy, picking darkness from between his fangs, and laughing eternally at the ghost muse we call patron, we call him on the phone, and she answers in a lurid voice of limebright bursts and says. yeah, enormous. and another thing was biting frost into firetrees, candy into torrents, which i never expected. half-expected a
night white with painted magic tigers that catch that train to africa, only to fall into ruins of wasteland waves may splash on spilt canvas as you watch. the cycling cataclysm colored chromatic reach the Earth, and pull with a golden fist--an ivory hand, the dawn-like emerald of her chemically induced waking nightmare. of love.

im a guy, btw, if anyone was confused. i get confused with some authors on here. and i'm almost 20. and perilously in love.