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Friends, intermittent fasting is the key to maintaining a healthy body and mind, and not, as you have been led to believe, constant snacking throughout the day. In the morning Medium chain triglycerides will keep you energized (along with raw eggs, nutritional yeast, unpasteurized milk, but above all, keep a positive mental attitude, masturbate infrequently,and embrace the mysteries of life,, don't let any other individual tell you why you are here or what you are supposed to be doing, nobody knows, drive on, the only thing which matters is love, music,poetry, the sound of herons whistling in the wind

To be truthful I enjoyed to drink for many years, cocktails, lager, Spritz, but it affected my sensibilities. Many times i rode ponies like bucking broncos, in dingy apartments, springboards, dirty mattresses, although I always enjoyed to watch them curl around on the duvet when I prepared a hot pot of coffee in the morning, ,But now I seldom drink., reason being, weasel words haunted me during the night, doubts about past choices, regrets about ex-wife, wondering what I said the night before, if the excitement was too much, feeling drained and tired, but key point is, I realised I was being pulled further and further away from my true calling, I was self medicating, also using drugs, too afraid to address serious questions, to have a long look at myself in the mirror, because I was always drunk. But I can't stand these people whose whole life becomes about abstinence, very dull individuals always prattling on about the number of weeks and months they are clear, very very boring, and I enjoy a glass of pinot noir, or a dry belgian, or champagne, , also I suffered sexual dysfunction in the end, wine from langedoc region, whiskey chasers, my face became puffy like a shark, my breasts became shapely like a woman's, especially in the heat, I developed a pale saggy bumbag, I got speckled marks on my rope, but mainly, this is just one part of a new approach in general: to challenge the mind, to find female companionship once again. You know, I had a look recently at my diary I used to keep, and it was filled with interesting observations and I realise my life changed when I started to drink heavily and no longer reflect on life in a thoughtful way,. For example, I read in my journal yesterday a funny anecdote about an older woman I met a few years ago. This woman had jet black hair, a perm, about six or seven inches long brushed straight up off the top of her head,a waxy scalp, hard to describe,she looked a little like a badger, with a powdery smell, somewhat ferrety , reason I got such a good look at her hair is because she was foraging in my pants, to perform fellatio and deepthroat, anyway, what I noted in my diary is that I was trapped in the web of a “false widow spider” (this was a married lady of many years), another thing was some exquisite caricatures, and several indian ink drawings, quite profound, dealing with topics such as life and death, suicide, and many suggestive diagrams, and cuttings from the classifieds.