In the low is the high, in excrement are mansions. Every artist and homosexual knows this. Art swirls in the toilet. Sewers give birth to visions. Should I ignore Merdia, my life will be a suburb, smelling only of Mr. Clean and Lysol. Merdia is my fire for another world, a world I create to set against the power of my mother.
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