Merde. Mad. Merde is, despite sounding the same, not mad. What it is, and this is the shitty truth, is that merde is shit and it’s not just shit but French shit. Shit is French but not always so for there was a time when it was not a resident of the City of Love. Once upon that time, that folktale time of knights on mares, nightmares in the mer and the murderous rage, there was shit. Literally shit. Equals Myrrdin, shit is British. Shit grew up to be a wizard. Myrrdin to Merlin, u can be that too. Shit to legend, let those who call u shit watch u become a wizard which is a sorcerer which is a magus which is one of the Magi (see the Three Wise Men in the Bible), the magi in imagination. I (and two other magus who are are a representation of your spirit and soul. Their names are Aye and Eye) am the ruler of the nation I built. Can you rule it, really do it? Can Warhol make a can a sensation? He can and did so why can u not do it. U can and to those who say u can’t, they cunt.

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