Rorshach’s Journal. October 31st. Halloween. The crowds are out again. Freak show costumes. Even in the rain. Nocturnal now. Dressing like a bat. Someday a real rain will come and wash the scum off the streets. Darkness everywhere. Daylight hurts. Listening to Nirvana. Alfred gives me berries. Everything is flame red or black. He’s John Doe because he wants to be. Where are my cuff links? I’m listening to Nirvana. What’s up with my shoulders.  Cat Woman looks great in those white knickers. Guess I’ll never get in those now. Bella is Real at least. Black lives matter.  Alfred has lost my cuff links. Hard to pace an entry this long correctly. Wish my Dad was born in Metropolis.
I want to be able to kick like Zoe Kravitz in this.