Without context and without punctuation, deciphering the meaning of this comic truly is an exercise in futility. If I accept that I am perfect then I must also accept that I am a motherf*r. A philanderer, destroying homes as surely as any burglar with rock in hand. Must I hide in the dark? Must I wear a mask to cover my shame? Like The Phantom of the Opera, the specter of human wickedness, lurking in the shadows of a house of art. A house of delusion.
“Surely I am good!” He says,
“Show me the great works of reptiles, of the pigs that wallow in their own filth! Prove me a liar!”
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“Surely I am good!” He says,
“Show me the great works of reptiles, of the pigs that wallow in their own filth! Prove me a liar!”