Rorschach’s Journal (On a Boring Night)|
Idle chatter. Teeth shining behind false masks of pleasantries. The dim insanity held barely checked behind their eyes. Their every twitch screaming. Screaming for release. Screaming for a cease to this mundane existence, plagued with the disrespect and wasteful edicts of the new Kings. 327 she calls. It is my number. I take my Whopper and leave. The streets are my table. The sins of man are my condiments. Criminals are my napkin. She forgot pickles.
Justice is dead.
The rest is here.
Tags: char: rorschach/walter joseph kovacs, creator: alan moore, creator: dave gibbons, title: watchmen