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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I'm outdoors, I'm usually found walking about staring straight down at the ground, avoiding eye contact or even ear contact from they who surround me. I'm not a people person obviously. If by chance there happens to be a smile on my face, I'm not really there, I'm in another place, perhaps reliving a cherished memory or enjoying the brisk autumn air simply, but all of that usually comes to a halt very abruptly whenever I encounter stupidity. A baby with a baby smacks her baby right in front of me. Mind your own business Kidster. Walk away. Let it be was my attitude in the past usually but such luxuries are now gone. Now I Can't Control Me. "Witch!" I said aloud to the mommy baby's face and then like a retard I asked her, "Which is the way out of this place?" pretending that I was harmlessly mentally ill, which isn't really much of a stretch for theKidster otherwise known as Bill. She smiled and pointed me to the exit. I left her with a goofy smile on my face still pretending to be a retard as I exited out of that place, and yes I used the term "retard" which isn't politically correct but I assure you, the retards don't mind. In that area they are truly blessed. I hope mommy baby whitch will remember that split second of being called a whitch for smacking her baby previously mentioned, but more likely it will all too soon be all forgotten and mommy baby's baby will have a baby when she's just a baby and the cycle will go on unbroken. And so this is the game outdoors that I play constantly. The truly stupid ones always seem to find me and it's a struggle to deal with them continually. What's that I hear? Is that the wilderness calling me?
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