:Rorschach
Rorschach's Journal. October 12th, 1985: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.
Murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "no."
Murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "no."
None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with you. You're locked up in here with me.

















































