You know, life is like a huge sludge pond. With multiple giant aerators floating on the surface. The impellers spin, bringing the ground level shits at the bottom to the surface, giving it an endless supply of oxygen so that the bottom shits can decompose faster in a faster aerobic reaction.

And with this differential pressure, the grande shits that greatly buoyed at the surface, has to go down. Spin itself in tornado of still water, forcing self to be that low so that the top shits know how morbid it is to be at the bottom.

The middle shits? Middle shits never exist. Whether they are going up there, or going down, following the law of gravity.

Can't see which one are you in this analogy? Don't be that skin deep. You know which shit who you are.


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