Originally posted on In The Pursuit Of Wisdom:

Evey: Who are you?
V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well I can see that.
V. : Of course you can, I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh, right.
V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view 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 bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing…

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Obviously thinking that ALL politicians are so honest with squeaky clean pasts that they don’t need to *Sarcasm*

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You are my setting sun, and also my beating heart, your anger can burn my skin, or rip, me, apart.    I remember us dancing on golden rays, blinded by screaming laser beams, writing our names in that neon sky, folding our arms around psychedelic dreams, the heartbeat of the ground pumps like the blood in us, trailing movement all around. Neon love so hard to drop down.         Your fingers on my back, set my skin on fire again, the glitter in your eyes, can’t hide what you were feeling then, just like the lies inside, are crawling bk out again.       Love is neon, Now the clouds are coming down, lifting me up with then, and if you’d ever known that neon love, you’d never want to come down again,               I’m not coming back, Europhia peace Attack, i just can’t come bk, these clouds are high, but I’m not coming down, that darkness could take me, but I’ll never come down, staying with the neon and the sound, TÀhis loveless peace. 01524 68295 http://porn.im.3e1f5f89.4339144.x.xvideos.com/videos/mp4/5/1/2/xvideos.com_512b953a676dd0296432804aa6452164.mp4?e=1382283141&ri=1024&rs=85&h=862f47b9429dbee56aff533e2d6633d7

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Note * All things i write are downright lies, total bullshit, sarcastic drivel and general bollocks unless started otherwise.

Status  —  Posted: October 20, 2013 in conspiracy
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Note * All things i write are downright lies, total bullshit, sarcastic drivel and general bollocks unless started otherwise.

Neon Love (first one ever)

Posted: October 9, 2013 in Photography, poetry, song

Neon Love (first one ever).

Frankly, I don’t give a damn!….REALLY???.

CyberBaby with a Gun

Im getting seriously pissed off.
I’m aching to write, can’t sleep because iv got so many different ideas screaming and trying to power drill their way out of my skull.
I need to write, even if it’s utter crap because it’s a form of psychology to rid my mind of all the clutter.
But i can’t.
Three week’s since my bike accident and a fractured elbow and two broken wrists, but the pain is getting worse, which is just not right.
So back to hospital because I’m really scared that going having continued on regardless without going to the hospital, taking increasing amounts of the strongest pain meds available has done some damage leaving the bone set wrong.
Shit i dont know, but i do know that now iv stopped the pain meds three days ago I’m in more agonising pain than i was 2 hours after the accident, that can’t be good.
It’s so bad i feel I’m on a slippery slope towards being addicted to pain meds, more than once, less than a million, iv been really close to using illegal methods to get more medication, shit, at times i don’t care what the substance is as long as it STOPS THIS FUCKING PAIN….
Using a phone to write, with swipe, the gentlest of touches and already it feels like my lower arm is going to explode.
Sweating like a 40stn man who suffers with the world’s worst BO, body filled with those nasty, toxic peppers with the warning sign yelling “DO NOT TOUCH, DEATH WILL FOLLOW SWIFTLY”, who’s sitting in his first ever sauna, on FULL HEAT.
Man, im really pissed off, iv even been listening The Smiths again, that’s a dangerous trend.
Hospital help me ..

Image  —  Posted: September 14, 2013 in satire, sarcasm
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INTELLIGENCE-HAVE YOU GOT IT? THE NSA HAVE

Bouncing Boob’s because I’m bored as Bilbo Baggins borrowing a bloody brainy book, banging the butchers bitch with my brilliant big boom boom Bwayna, before becoming bewildered, bewitched, befuddled with a broom between my Buick’s buttocks.

Barry Blighty, bloody bastard bumbaclot bright blood boo OO for BELGIUM.
MAN I’M BORED. .

Image  —  Posted: September 11, 2013 in satire, sarcasm
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