I hope that the world turns and that things get better. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. We moved to a small flat in London together. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free. But I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to go and never come back. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. I thought we would love each other forever. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar it was at school that I met my first girlfriend, her name was Sara. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that god was in the rain. I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. This is the only autobiography I'll ever write, and god, I'm writing it on toilet paper. My name is Valerie, I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care, I am me. It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. 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. 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. 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. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.īut on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
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