Chapter 1: I rant about rats
I hate life.So simple and straightforward. So unfair . Your born and then you die. That's it. Right? Wrong! Actually... mabye its half right? Poor people half no hope whatsoever of leading ' A long happy fulfillng life'. Does that mean I should give up already? Rich people on the other hand ... well they can afford it can't they? To repeatedly have that surgery . Its preposterous . Yet they can afford to have it again and again and again and again and
you will never guess... again! These people are hardly distinguishable from all the surgery , yet they have the audacity to look down on us like we are some grotesque mould growing on the bottom of their shiny shoe for now apparent reason whatsoever . Unbelievable really. Listen up you revolting repulsive rats, we would not look like this if you had not had not stolen from us. It might me be some hair or a kidney, but what you took does not belong to you. I will not let you take anything of mine . Ever .If you wanted my eyebrows , I would burn them off . Or I will rip them off. Or prod them off with a stick. Not sure how the last one would work out though..
I live on the farm . Though its not a normal farm though. I mean there is no chickens or cows or sheep or anything. There is something that is normally on a farm though... there is a lot of farmers .
