I wanted to be V for Vendetta to remember today the fifth of november, but how could I surrender to the plunder of capitalism, on the eve of ectoplasm. No, the mask that needed, too much to be heeded, so I settled for silvery face. I wore it with a smile on that night for a while, whie cloaked in black as deep as space.
I also had a cool lantern that was motion activated and light up and laughed for people. I was diesel.