YOUNG LADY: Stay away from me!
CRAZY MAN: I can assure you that I mean you no harm.
YOUNG LADY: Who are you?
CRAZY MAN: Who? Who is but the form…following the function of “what” and
what I am… is a Crazy Man.
YOUNG LADY: Well I can see that.
CRAZY MAN: Of course you can. I’m not questioning… your powers of
observation, I’m merely remarking on the paradox… of asking a crazy man… who he
is.
YOUNG LADY: Oh…right.
CRAZY MAN: 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 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 veracious violation…of violations!
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 is my very good honor to meet you…and you may call me
"THE CRAZY MAN ".
YOUNG LADY: So you are, like a crazy person?
CRAZY MAN: I’m quite sure they will all say so but to whom I might ask
am I speaking?
YOUNG LADY: That’s actually none of your business.
CRAZY MAN: None? None of my Business well of course, what else would one
tell a Crazy Man…
Plagiarized by Sir Richard...Photo by Richard
And sent to you all with LOVE and to all, I Pray that heaven will allow!
IN FREEDOM FROM A WHITE ROSE.
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