I moved to the city to be close to nature;

I moved to the city to be close to nature; my friend moved to the country to witness cruelty, and none of this makes sense. Maybe we’re moving because we don’t like where we live.

The common denominator was me. Wherever I lived there I was wrapping the world around me. With all the worldly concerns that came parcel with it. The cruelty of the country found a

voice in the Most Reverend Ghoti Pachinga. Ghoti called for the burning of all heretics. Which for him included those who were "too much of the world." That included me somehow. If

my parents were normal, godly people, they would certainly have named me Khreestynna, and not given me a base and disgusting name Chris.

They would make me clean the house and cook for the whole family in the evening.

I'm so tired and I don't want to do it know

&I don't care about that typo& if autocorrect fixes it fro me.See how tried I am?It's exhausting living in these Untied States.I'm worked t the bone.My thinking's nuclear - unclear

uncle-ier? More uncle-like? That can't be right. Anywho, how come it's so hard for a hard-working American to get a darn break once in a while? If I had half a mind, I would

hang all those lecherous rich conglomerates. But bitching and whining helped me to no avail and on I walked with my booring daily life,