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October 12th, 1985. 9:30 P.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
RORSCHACH'S JOURNAL. ONLINE DIARY ALL ABOUT ME. SIGH.
AS INTERNET IS WAY TOO PRIMITIVE FOR COMMERCIAL USE, CERTAIN THIS ONLINE DIARY WILL BE PRETTY PRIVATE.
SIGH. WALKED DOWN THE STREET TODAY. NOTICED SHOE LACES WERE UNDONE. TIED MY SHOE LACES. CONTINUED WALKING DOWN THE STREET.
SAW DOG CARCASS IN ALLEY, VERY SMELLY. STOMACH CRUSHED BY CAR TIRES. TIRE TRAIL MARKS MATCH A PONTIAC TRANS AM. SUSPECT TO BE THAT KNIGHT GUY AND HIS TALKING CAR. MUST INVESTIGATE FURTHER.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I HAVE SEEN THE TRUE FACE OF NEW YORK. THERE MUST BE SOME KIND OF WAY OUT OF HERE. SIGH.
LOOK AT THE STREETS, HORNY BASTARDS, COMMIE ASSES AND HIPPIES. GET A LIFE, LOSERS.
HATE THOSE ELITES TOO, BE IT SMART ASSES OR POLITICIANS. ONE DAY THEY WILL SEE THE END AND ALL OF A SUDDEN... THERES TOO MUCH CONFUSION, AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT AM I RANTING ABOUT. SIGH.
Tags: Emo; Knight Rider; New York; Losers; Rant
October 13th, 1985. 6:00 P.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
DEAR DIARY, I AM ON THE ROOFTOP. NO WORRY, NOT COMMITTING SUICIDE, UNLIKE THOSE IMBECILES.
SHEESH. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS CANNOT BELIEVE DAN DREIBERG IS STILL A CRYBABY. CAN'T STAND IT. EVERY TIME HE CRIES HIS BEER BELLY WOBBLES LIKE MY FAVORITE JELLY DISH. SPOILS MY APPETITE. CRY ME A RIVER, KID.
STILL THINKING OF MANY INTERESTING THEORIES ON HOW THE COMEDIAN DIED. MAN, THERE MUST BE CLUES SOMEWHERE, DOWN THERE PERHAPS.
THOUGHT THE BAR MIGHT HAVE CLUES. WENT THERE, PRETTY FRUITLESS. HOWEVER, AN IDIOT MOCKED ME FOR BEING SMELLY. IN RETURN, I GAVE HIS FINGERS A FIX.
DAMN IT, I'VE BEEN USING CALVIN KLEIN FRAGRANCE FOR GOD'S SAKE. SHEESH.
NEVERMIND, I BELIEVE I CAN ALWAYS HANG AROUND WITH BETTER CLASS OF PERSON WHO APPRECIATES MY SCENT.
Tags: Emo; Suicide; Crybaby; Beer Belly; Jelly; Smell; Calvin Klein
October 13th, 1985. 8:30 P.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. EVEN THE SMART ALEC VEIDT IS SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS. WHAT CAN I SAY, FOR A GUY THAT LIKES TO WEAR PURPLE, SIGH. REMIND ME TO INVESTIGATE FURTHER, HOPEFULLY HE COMES OUT OF THE CLOSET SOONER.
FIRST WE HAVE A CRYBABY WOBBLY BEER BELLY OWL, THEN THE SAGGY BOOBED OLD SILKY WHORE, A DECAPITATED CAPTAIN METROPOLIS, A MENTALLY RETARDED MOTHMAN, SILHOUETTE THE LESBIAN, WHY ARE MASKED HEROES MENTALLY CHALLENGED AND DYSFUNCTIONAL, EXCEPT ME, A DECENT AND SINCERE GENTLEMAN? WHY?
TWO NAMES LEFT, I SHALL WARN THAT BLUE WALKING FLUORESCENT LAMP AND HIS GIRLFRIEND. SIGNING OFF.
Tags: Emo; Purple; Closet; Mental; Lesbian; Me; Warning; Lamp
October 13th, 1985. 11:30 P.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
DOC MANHATTAN IS STILL INCREDIBLE! MAN HOW I WISH I HAD HIS BODY, PARTICULARLY THAT PERFECTLY SHAPED MANHOOD OF HIS.
MINUS THE BLUE GLOW, OF COURSE. SIGH, WHY IS MINE SO SMALL AND UGLY?
NO WONDER THAT SILKY'S DAUGHTER'S SO HOOKED TO HIM.
ARE THERE REALLY SERVICES LIKE PENIS ENLARGEMENT OR SOMETHING? HURPHMMM.
STILL DON'T GET IT WHY HE DOESN'T SEEMED CONCERNED. STILL CAN'T FIGURE HOW HE TALKS WITH BLUE BUBBLES APPEARING IN MY HEAD.
SIGH. WHY AM I STILL SO CONCERNED OVER THE DEATH OF THE COMEDIAN WHILE NOBODY ELSE IS? DO I HAVE TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS OR SOMETHING?
SIGH. THERE IS GOOD AND EVIL. EVIL MUST BE PUNISHED, JUST LIKE HITLER! AND THERE ARE SO MANY HITLER WANNABES THAT DESERVED TO BE PUNISHED, BUT SO LITTLE TIME...
Tags: Emo; Penis; Penis Enlargement; Free; Hitler; Time
 I am not interested, thanks. October 16th, 1985. 10:15 P.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
BREASTS BREASTS BREASTS. WAS OFFERED SWEDISH MEATBALLS, RUSSIAN TOO, ME WANTS AMERICAN ONLY! BUT THERE ARE NONE. SIGH.
IT'S SO SADDENING, ENDED WALKING TO A CEMETERY. I SUSPECT MOLOCH'S BEHIND COMEDIAN'S DEATH. IT MUST BE HIM. THAT PALE SKIN, THAT SILLY WRINKLED FACE OF HIS, THOSE POINTED EARS TELL ME THAT IT MUST BE HIM. GOD DAMN SURE! HE'S SO GONNA PAY.
ANYWAY, WAS BACK AT THE COMEDIAN'S TOMB. THOSE ROSES LEFT BEHIND ARE LOVELY. NO ONE AROUND, TOOK ONE - THOUGHT IT WOULD LOOK REALLY NICE ON MY COAT.
SIGH. SURE MISS THE COMEDIAN SO MUCH, ONLY HE AND I UNDERSTAND THE JOKES OTHERS COULDN'T, BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST TOO STUPID.
TALKING ABOUT JOKES, I HAVE ONE. THE PAGLIACCI JOKE. PERSONALLY IT’S A GOOD JOKE. SPENT DAYS TRYING TO STOP GIGGLING AFTER SAYING IT IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR. FOR SOME REASON THERE ARE MANY STUPID PEOPLE AMONG US WHO FAIL TO GET IT. SIGH.
Tags: Emo; Breasts; Joke; Fail
October 21st, 1985. 12:45 A.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
DEAR DIARY, IT'S BEEN A LONG WHILE SINCE I UPDATED THIS. I KNOW IT'S ONLY FIVE DAYS, BUT TO ME, IT SEEMS LIKE OVER FOUR CHAPTERS OF MY LIFE HAVE PASSED. SIGH.
CAME BACK FROM JACOBI'S HOUSE. HE SEEMED TO KNOW NOTHING, DAMN IT. MANHATTAN IS GONE, THE COMEDIAN IS DEAD. MAYBE THE OTHERS WERE RIGHT ABOUT THEM BEING MILITARY DUDES? MAYBE.
HURPHMM, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM TYPING ABOUT. MY BAD, HAVEN'T SLEPT SINCE SATURDAY. CAN'T THINK MUCH.
Tags: Emo; Life; Nothing; Sleep
October 21st, 1985. 6:00 A.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
YAWN. FINALLY WOKE UP, THANKS TO ALL THE SHOUTING OUTSIDE. DAMN, WILL THOSE NOISEMAKERS SHUT THE HELL UP?
I ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT WITH MY MASK ON, NO WONDER WHEN I SLEPT, I SEEMED TO HAVE SYMMETRICAL INKBLOTS ALL OVER MY DREAMS. HA.
SAW MY LANDLADY AGAIN. SEEING HER IS DEFINITELY BAD LUCK FOR ME. HATE THAT SILLY BITCHY FACE ASKING ME FOR RENT. THERE YOU GO, GO GET SOME PLASTIC SURGERY AND PERHAPS AN EXTREME MAKEOVER.
SHEESH. LEAVE ME ALONE.
P.S. I AM FLABBERGASTED THAT THE LANDLADY IS GETTING MARRIED AGAIN, MUST INVESTIGATE FURTHER.
Tags: Emo; Noise; Luck; Lonely; Married
October 21st, 1985. 8:30 A.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
TODAY IS ONE OF THOSE DAYS I CALLED "THE DAY OF JUSTICE". SOMEBODY TRIED TO KILL VEIDT!
TWO REASONS TO BE HAPPY. NUMBER ONE: THIS PROVES MY MASK KILLING THEORY IS ACCURATE! THREE CHEERS FOR ME! HIP HIP... RORSCHACH!
NUMBER TWO: I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD WHO HATES HOMOSEXUALS! DOWN WITH HOMOSEXUALS!
SUDDENLY, I HEARD A WOMAN SCREAM. NO REASON TO GET EXCITED IN THE ALLEY. BEING A BUSYBODY, I WENT TO INTERVENE. SIGH.
Tags: Emo; Murder; Gay; Rape
 To die or not to die, that is the question. November 1st, 1985. 9:45 P.M.
POSTED BY Rorschach
THIS COULD POSSIBLY BE THE LAST ENTRY.
SHOULD I KILL MYSELF? THE HOMOSEXUAL VEIDT IS THE ONE BEHIND EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING! HOW CAN I LIVE WITH THAT?
FIRST, HE TOOK AWAY THE ONLY GUY WHO APPRECIATES MY JOKES. THEN HE TOOK AWAY THAT PERFECT BODY AND PERFECTLY SHAPED MANHOOD FOR ME TO STARE AT, MINUS THE BLUE GLOW OF COURSE. NEXT HE TOOK AWAY THE SILKY BITCH SO I CAN'T STARE AT NIP SLIPS ANY MORE, AND NOW THIS.
I DON'T KNOW. NOW I'M LEFT WITH THE WALKING WOBBLY BEER BELLY OWL! SIGH.
I FEAR VEIDT'S GONNA TURN ME INTO A HOMOSEXUAL AS WELL. I CAN'T IMAGINE WALKING OUT OF THE CLOSET, GOING AROUND WEARING PURPLE AND BEING A SMART ALEX.
THE HOURS GETTING LATE. SHOULD I KILL MYSELF?
P.S. I WOULD MUCH PREFER TO BE KILLED BY THE PERFECT BLUE MAN THAN THAT PURPLE HOMOSEXUAL. SIGH.
Tags: Emo; Suicide; Jokes; Penis; Bitch; Nipples; Purple; Closet
April 20th, 2007. 4:20 P.M.
POSTED BY Alan Moore
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE I FOUND THE MYSTERIOUS RORSCHACH'S SECRET ONLINE JOURNAL! I CAN MAKE A GOOD COMIC BOOK OUT OF IT! MADNESS? THIS IS SNYDAAAAAAAAA!
Tags: Hack; 420; OMG; 300
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