The conversations we have are fantastical.
We whisper the gossip only platonic solids know.
We breach knowledge known only to the bumble bloods.
We share thoughts that only warm dogs see.
We peer through the lens of Eldrich horrors who make cussing tea.
We accrue ideas from the collapsible plaster from which we will not taste.
We are intellectuals, you are a writhing hot coal singed into the unjust hearts of scum, and that is all you will ever be.