1) I’m a Musician 2)What do you play? 3)Percussion mostly, but tonight, I’m conducting the whole orchestra.
1) You’ve got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks.We have guns.
2) No, what you have are bullets and the hope that when your guns are empty I’m am no longer standing, because if I am you’ll all be dead before you’ve reloaded.
1)Die! Die! Why won’t you die?! why won’t you die?
2)Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask is an idea, Mr. Creedy. And ideas are bulletproof.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.
Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask, Mr. Creedy, is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof.
But 400 years later, an idea can still change the world.
England Prevail!
Eve: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following what… and what I am is a man in a mask.
Eve: I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Eve: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following what… and what I am is a man in a mask.
Eve: I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Eve: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following what… and what I am is a man in a mask.
Eve: I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Godlessness.
I think it’s payback time for a little tea party they threw for us a few hundred years ago.
I was not commenting on your powers of observation. rather I was noting the irony of asking a man in a mask, who he is.
merely addressing the paradox of asking a masked man, Who he is
No more tricks, no more lies, just truth.
No one escapes their past. No one escapes Judgment.
People should not be afraid of their governements. Governments should be afraid of their people.
People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
poets use lies to tell the truth
Remember remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Remember, remember the 5th of November.
Remember, remember the fifth of November
the gunpowder treason and plot.
I know of no reason why the the gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.
Remember, remember the fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot.
Iknow of not reason why the the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Remember, Remember, the 5th of November.
Strength through unity. Unity through faith.
The are no coincidences only the illusions of coincidence.
There is no certainty, only oppritunity.
Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe
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. 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.
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, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone 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 vis-à -vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
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 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.
We are becoming buried in your inadequacies Mr. Creedy
what a superbly featured room and what excellent boiled potatoes
You wear your mask too long you forget who you are beneath it.
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