081413 #worm In the other bathroom, the one behind the wall, sits a demigod. His butterscotch skin is sculpted in fame. His forehead is a bowsprit. His cock-ring is a kranch. He is in some kind of love with himself. Rose petals adorn his bath--but it is not water on which they float so aromatically. This demigod bathes in shit. He sits in a shit-filled barrel, and roars to himself as he flings great fistfuls above his head. He rubs brown circles into his chest. He yells the ochre tiles off the mouldering walls.