From which verbal filth flows is called the mouth of a poet. Art is always biased and always leads to pretentiousness. Poison is a product of art. Everyone who partakes in this now fetish in the modern age is afflicted by it. Sometimes it's cured but it roots again and again. Luckily it's worth the illness it spreads. To live without pseudo-intellect would be boring. To not care about what others think would be so hard. To come together to explore art without smugness would be so impossibly difficult. No one would feel better or smarter than anyone else. It would dully ****. Let's be honest, meaningful discovery and understanding never happened when people work together without prejudice or ego, don't be ridiculous.