[here you can see a long, stolen wikipedia paragraph, refined only enough to suggest erudition]
I love all my art friends. I LOVE them.
Especially those exquisitely beautiful fake laughs, and the sight of everyone leeching off one another.
SUCH MAGNIFICIENT CULTURE!
WE ARE BUILDING THE FUTURE!
PUSHING BOUNDARIES!
Who can define myself? How much can you leech?
Can't leeching not be regarded as a form of art in its own right?
Aren't leeches, in their own way, beautiful?
Oh, but how blind you are.
Blind to what happens behind the theater.