S (Archive)

Salutations! In view, a humble syntax servant cast surprisingly as both saint and sinner by the spine of Fate.  This superficies, no scant semblance of show, is a symbol of the sanity of man — now spent, suspended. However, this sanguine sojourning of a bygone strife stands spurred, and has sworn to surmount these sanctioned and savage scourges safeguarding suffering and securing the severely sharp and strident snafu of snobbery!  The only sentence is spite; a squabble held as security, not in vain, for the stock and sincerity of such shall one day substantiate the scrupulous and the satisfying.  Surely, this superfluity of spoofy speech skews most strenuous, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me S. #vforvendetta #sforsatire 

Sir, it's 2 p.m. and we're on a crowded city street... (Archive)

 All I wanted to do was go grocery shopping, 

whereupon I saw a man whose pants were dropping. 

I thought for sure there was no way, 

until I had to avoid his urine spray. 

To pee right on a public street with such ease!

Surely, this must be some new form of disease. 

No shame in sight for this poor fellow --

I'm glad I moved before he turned my white shoes yellow.

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