you are all full of shit

i'm not saying i'm not, but i don't pretend the same things you do. you walk around thinking you're you, that you are something more than a facade, a facade running around powered by the approval of other facades. you will look down on those that are not facades, those who don't have the approval of your spurious peers. most of them warrant looking down on, but not for the reasons you do. most of them simply lack enough intelligence to manufacture that oh so lucrative facade. in short, this dissertation ends the way they always do, lamenting the varying levels of unpalatability of nearly all of humanity.