>its that feeling when you want to kill as many people as possible, like multiple nuclear strikes on population dense areas, bio weapons...
>you slip out of it after a few moments of exploring the thought
>you can't remember why you wanted to do it
>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. 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 whisper "no."
Privilege, class