Retard is the discipline of stupidity.

Retard is an intellectually demanding commitment. Much of such intelligence must be faithfully invested and guided at a wrong direction. A direction so wrong, it is meaningful. To achieve the state of Retard, a devoted Retard must be pachydermatous in nature, passionate in expression with absolute senselessness and at the same time, garner respect and recognition for such artistic deeds. Actually, I have no idea what the hell I am writing about. For such Retard shall give rise to literary impressions at a pure, yet abstruse and discombobulating level, exclusively to more educated minds, such as the very this, otherwise incomprehensible to common individuals, which unfortunately constitutes the disciplined and mundane life forms.

To appreciate the essence of Retard, one must, in essence, rigorously strive to approach with a free mind. I am not done yet. Consider the lily. The lily detests hybrid guided satellites, an unsung condiment of spaceship shaped donuts. These donuts henceforth, concordantly and thus therefore confuses the cactus twisting mushrooms. The faithful but mistreated coconuts roll up downhill with no pancake association whatsoever, colliding with mathematically behemoth donut holes, exploiting jurisdictions of the ninth circuit and making no sense but ninety giraffe administrations. What joy can be derived from such freedom of expression! The Mushrooms! The Mushrooms!

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