Alan Moore, “Promethea, book 5”
Wanna know what’s gross?
Being shirtless in your kitchen, because, you know, you live in Hawaii, pulling open the tab on a can of Vienna Sausages, and having the brine that they’re kept in splash back and hit you in the chest.
Wanna know what’s grosser than that?
Obviously, this wasn’t the juicy entry I promised. It’s five in the morning. Fuck off.