>>24661483
A fish. A rotting fish. Nay, a school! A swarm! Beached, broiling, blistering in the sun. The fumes rise, filling the air with pernicious stench. People flee. Dogs whimper. Not even the birds will peck at such a corpse. But I am not like them. I am intrepid, visionary, pioneering beyond pain and flesh to reach new plateaus of pleasure. I am a human petri dish, worshiping at the alter of pestilence. So look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!