Second Rate Manifesto:
We demand gloss!
We are the new apostles of bodies.
We are the aesthetics of a nerve-free era.
We declare:
Enough with souls. Have skin!
Enough with feeling. Look good!
No need for truth — just a lip-sync of belief.
We call for a revolution of imitation!
Take total control of your body — edit it!
Clean your pores, sterilize your thoughts,
post yourself daily — and you will become
someone.
We denounce:
• naturalness
• verity
• truth
• a smell of sweat and signs of the time
• smiles without fillers
• teeth without veneers
We proclaim:
Make the fake real.
Plastic is the new ethics.
Photoshop is the new humanism.
Іdeal is a simulation everyone agreed to play.
An icon is a glitch stuck in self-loop.
We are the high-resolution generation.
We are second-rate flesh sold as premium.
We are shining artificial resistance in a vacuum.
We don’t ask for freedom — we’ve long bought its
replica.
We are mass-market of humanity, a model kit of
meat and marketing.
We hurt — but botox hides it.
We eat — but only what fits the feed.
We are not against the system.
We are its avatar in g-string.
We are not real — but you recognize us.
We’re not against. We’re the opposite.
Simulate and rule!
We are Hypocrisy.
And it’s ok.