“A shit on a plate is just a shit on a plate. It’s foul. It’s rank. It’s rancid. It’s disgusting. Until I tell you it’s art, that is. Then it’s authentic, bold, evocative, challenging, and abstruse,” he exclaimed. “Art is what I say it is, and when I say it. Until then, it’s just a shit on a plate. It’s how these wretched drug addicts, indigents, and sycophants pass their time. It’s the plank of rotting wood they cling to as they drift aimlessly through an ocean of misery and woe. It’s what keeps them from killing themselves until eventually, swollen with rejection and failure, it becomes the reason they do.”
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