My life is ruined.

I used my inheritance started by a great-grandfather,many lentil cycles ago, who passed it down to my father and eventually to me to buy a pound of lentils. This would have been more than a lifetime supply. I did feel ashamed playing the fat cats game. However they sent me not one not four but eight pounds of lentils to my current residence under the food shelters dumpster. I do not rejoice. The fat cats mock me. I weep.

Before Midas golden touch fell upon me life was simple. It was about sometimes reaching homeostasis. It was fighting an ant (1) trying to steal MY lentil. It was leeching from the fat cats. It was about taking the lentil to the extreme. It was about consuming LENTIL and reconsuming LENTIL until a new LENTIL sprouted from Mother Earth. This way the LENTIL cycle. I worshiped LENTIL, just as my father and his father did. I lived like this. I lived like you.

The fat cats have taken this from me now. They killed my God and cloned him into an infinite supply of calories. LENTIL is now lentils. I worry now about my lentils. I must protect them. But how? And do I store them in one big jar or many small jars by size and roundness. How are lentils taxed! O Lord. Life was much more simple.

Enjoy your life guys. The fat cats life is not for me.

The feast is over now and the lamps expire. Goodbye everybody.