Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

As I breath to this, a sigh of no relief, nonsense is heard all over the place. Sometimes it is better to ignore and move on but, when the path is blocked, to respond with silence is to provide affirmatives. Always found that to be the most ridiculous of behaviors, but when there, that is the only way out. Having to rely on people to trust your word, when they them selves have placed it to the test or even smeared it on the shit stains of your seemingly unequivocal actions. That is also the definition of stupidity . Responding is a dangerous affair, since those without guilt have no need to answer futile questions. But the standards have changed into standarts, meant to hit the soft spot of the unfounded self incrimination. Those the Self-Built have no place for such insecurities, but when you are taken out of your game, you become that which you fear . Bubble poppin' is the new console where you play in the second person. Careful where you point your finger guns. Accusations are

My back hurts... from this never ending road. I've been walking for who knows how long. This road doesn't seem to end either. All I see is trees on the sides of the road and mountains on each end of it. There is a small rock on my shoe that I have ignored and will continue to ignore, so long as it remains a non issue. My head hurts... from thinking about existentialisms. The sound of a car engine caught my attention. It came from behind me. I don't know much about cars, but this was a very nice looking convertible. However it looked as if it had been under repairs for a long time. Where was I before this road? Was I under repairs as well? Am I even damaged? My thumb hurts... from being leveled. There were hopes of catching a ride. While where I was headed was a mystery, he was already driving in the direction I was walking in. No harm in attempting some distance gain towards the unknown. My eyes hurt... from the blurred mass. Just a glance of the swift car passing by was al