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, 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.
[carves V into wall] 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.
[giggles] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Look! In view, a simple retired entertainer, cast in the place of both victim and villain when there was a change in Fate. This disguise, which is not meant to make myself lo
We are you, yet we are nothing.
We are the voice, yet we are silence.
We wear a mask, but there is nothing behind it.
We are not men and we are not women, we are an idea.
We cannot be killed, because ideas are bullet proof.
We do not fear the government, the government fears us.
We are alive, yet we are dead.
We humans, yet we are phantoms.
We are your friend, but you do not know us.
We are Anonymous.
We are legion.
We are one, divided by zero.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.
not your strongest weapon.
Those were your words.
You incited within us
(Ideas are bulletproof)
You once said
that writers use lies
to tell the truth.
Yet you were the only one
who never lied.
You became truth.
(People should not be afraid of their governments....)
You embodied a force
more powerful than one
could ever believe.
You woke us up
When we were asleep in the lull
You found us
When we were lost in darkness.
You were a dance
in the light
of the old jukebox,
You were an orchestra
of words and wisdom.
And when you spoke,
you were a song.
(...governments should be afraid of their people)
You masked yourself;
yet were the only
who did not
mask the truth.
the fifth of november)
"Whenever there's a meeting, a parting is sure to follow. However, that parting need not last forever. Whether a parting be forever or merely for a short time. . . that is up to you"
-Wandering Mask Salesman
"The right thing. . . what is it? I wonder. . . if you do the right thing. . . does it really make. . . everybody. . . happy?"
"Your friends. . . what kind of people are they? I wonder. . . do those people. . . think of you. . . as a friend?"
"Your true face. . . what kind of face is it? I wonder. . . the face under the mask. . . is that. . . your true face?"
"What makes you happy? I wonder. . . what makes you happy. . . does it make. . . others happy too?"
"Worst case scenario: Someone like you could ever be like someone like you"
"A heaven smile might be laughing right beside you"
"The day he stops smiling is the day we remember his smile"
"That wonderful smile is gone for eternity"
"Laughter is the countdown to