I wrote this in honor of my new icon.
Presto! In picture a humble pantomime professional cast by proxy as both prey and predator by the permissions of fate. This profile, no mere pretense of pomposity, is a past property of the people’s voice; now parted, posthumous. However, this plucky permiss of a bygone pet peeve stands powered and has promised to pulverize the praetorian and putrescent pests promoting perversion and permitting the pitilessly pedantic and persnickety profanation of preference. The only pronouncement is perdition, Pocky, held as a pledge not pretentious, for the premium and purity of such shall one day pay back the protective and the principled. Perhaps, this passionate suaze of parlance pivots most perilous. So let me simply add that it is an honor to meet you and you may call me “T”.
…because nobody wants to be called "P".
