Yes, it's me, I'm shitting on your floors.  And no,
 I'm not doing it by chance, oh nooo, it’s
 no accident.  By now it’s my habit,
 unforgettable habit, fucking
 addiction. The thrill it provokes
 for me to commit this crime,
 can only be compared to ecstasy.  You don’t believe me? Let me tell you.
 Our school is a place of total control and
 consequence, but not in the toilet!  Not in this
 beautiful intimate place where you are
 only you, an anonymous artist, your brush and
 gold paint you will replace this snow blue
 throne, in your Opus Magnum.  Bob Ross
 once said: "We do not make mistakes;
 We just have happy accidents. ”These
 words have even more power in the toilet.
 Every drop on the porcelain has its place
 and reason.  All living in harmony.  But my
 creation is not only artistic expression.  It is also a manifesto against slavery in which my creations are not only artistic expression.  
This is also a manifesto against the captivity in which
 we live where man held responsible for every action,
 where every spontaneous movement,
 Is recorded.  So the next time
 you come across my work, do not say:
 "Fucking freshman shat on the floor". 
 Show your fucking respect and admire,
 what I have created.  I know most of you have
 too poorly developed brains to comprehend my
 pioneering, but that won't stop me.  My
 masterpiece will be studied in the future.
 People will kill each other, just to
 to smell what I have created.  But for now,
 I'll just do my job.