I’m fascinated by their ugliness. I’m hooked on it, like a bloody loose tooth. I live by the roots of this bloody loose tooth, like black smokers live in the volcanic vents at the bottom of the ocean. I thrive on their abuse. They are playing into my hands. To adapt to your natural environment. I grow fat and intelligent on ugliness. They are helping make me unique. They are helping make me a genius. I like Portillo. He’s always seemed rather a ridiculous figure, and I warm to him for that.
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