Brot Salami Kose...
Disgusting things are mine. So I started tryin' to understand how it worked, why I was impressed by its deformity.
It contained some disharmony, some recycling, some fracture. In my attempts to understand how it functioned I started to create myself. Now I suggest that the way of blemish is similar to the way I put up with life.
There is no difference between my need to create and organism's reflection to throw up.
I concentrate everything that surrounds me, I feed myself with that condensed space and puke it out afterwards.