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.: The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save Us!"...: ...and I'll look down, and whisper, "No."
My boyfriend and I went to see Watchmen this weekend. I read the graphic novel last weekend. The moment I saw Rorschach's signature I knew I had to stitch it.