“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 a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding 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, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V.”


there is very much a world encompassing us that we as individuals cannot grasp. we are lonely children; we huddle and cling to the familiar because we fear the notion of “change.” at present, a great empire akin to all the other Greats that have been painted on history maps is on the verge of beginning its downward crumble. there are those that wish for anarchy in an ever-seeming fascist country. anarchy: without government, but with order. individual order. perhaps there is such a thing. but because we are creatures of greed and lust, anarchy is the equivalent of chaos.

lady justice has been unfaithful. she favors whips and chains and the touches of he who is cruel and unrelenting. now, my mistress is anarchy.


“Remember, remember the fifth of November;
gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.”