2004?

[Guest guest]

Wow. 2004. it appeals to my ever-present urge to make order out of everything...

2004.

So, . I heard you had quit posting and then you returned, and that you

have been engaged in a distasteful scruffle of some sort. Don't let those

internet meanies get you down! I think Coryn's cool! (coryn, are you still my

friend?)

I've been eating a delicious lamb stew made with mortar & pestled oregano, mint,

thyme, m & p'ed anise, m & p'ed fennel, salt, carrots, parsnips, celery, m & p'ed

onion powder, garlic, a little basil. I stewed the meat an hour, added veggies &

herbs 'n spices after the first hour. Becaus I had deboned the leg of lamb

myself and reserved all of the fat I cut that up into conveniently bite sized

pieces and added that after another 20-30 minutes or so. I enjoyed chopping my

vegetables so they were kinda small. Because I mixed the fat of the flesh with

the meat of the flesh from an animal that had a very natural diet, with its

concomitant natural lipid profile, I have a very satisfying high energy

experience from my food. All I have to do is stir in some extra lamb fat from my

winter jar of lamb fat to bring my lamb stew fat content up to the demands of

whatever paleo or non-paleo adventure awaits me in the next day. This inevitable

calumny, tomorrow be 2004.

If I add too much oil I would have to add some ghee, if I were to " pump up " the

calories (i.e. fuel) of my HB type O lamb stew. I think I enjoy the saturated

fatty acid content of my food. You never know. Depends on your physical

activities.

I've gotten some inflammation pain going on in my lower back, so I'll have to be

careful of my prostaglandin pathways...

The taste of lamb fat can be so soft, so wonderful. So... comforting. Truly food

as love.

Hey? What am I talking about!! I forgot how I felt about European singer-types.

And . And anyone who dares defy me, the great Super-O!!! [cackling wildly]

Yes!

[eyes begin to glow in odd color; body picks up off ground; audible rhythmic

energy hum; auric field exploding open into new field]

Yes. It is I, Axel, Super-O extraordinaire!

[opening arms, bowing head; snapping up; type O muscles swelling with blood,

bloated with glycogen]

Gee! That CLA from the natural red meat ruminant mammal sure was great! I feel

so calm, peaceful, and energized!

Emotionally, I feel terrific. In spite of all of the poor innocent people I was

so mean to in the real world (can't say much about the internet, since you are

the guys who've seen my most productive side lately).

I've also eaten about 5-6 lamb hearts over the past 3-4 days. They've got to be

cooked quickly or slowly stewed for over an hour in order for them to be tender

enough for an enjoyable type-O meal. Texture can make a difference. Right,

fellow Os?

I wonder if I've gotten any negative vibes? If so I'm not too good at sensing it

because I've learned how to engage in the ultimate love of all, self-love, the

ultimate opiate. I truly feel that the EFA profile and the rest of the fatty

acid sprectrum are really good for my mental/emotional aspect of personal

health. Yep.

[back bulges out and breathing deepens; energy field moving hair around]

It sure feels good to get into my paleoithic roots. Re-connecting with my

physiological past allows me the strength to continue on into the future!

And who wouldn't feel good about that?

Axel O+ secretor

I wish I could fly out and hover in the arms of a large tree, in the great

outdoors of frosty, snowy, refreshingly nippy Minnesota weather.

The nippiness of it all reminds me of Quebec City and all of that lustfully

Canadian Ice Princess air. I'm starting to go all crazy all over.

Wasn't it weird that the Sphinx got in trouble after I made the uncinnitful

blunder into pedophiliasm? Don't worry, I've been looking through therapeutic

doses of natural, large-breasted women. Making use of the mental/emotional

medicinal potential of the internet. I feel a disturbing strength to

heterosexuality, however. Not good for my part of town, I have enough trouble

" fitting in " as it is.

Ugh. I've got some disgusting pastries from America's favorite indepedently

owned downtown pharmacy. Yack; blugcht! I'll give those tree rats some pastry

grain drug carb fix to blitz out on! But then, they've got a use for the fat. I

met a tiny little gollum near the small rodent-sized lake in a field in my

little urban park, late last spring. He had lost much of his fur clothes. He

looked so scraggly and unloved, it made me cry. I had a few nuts to feed him,

then. He picked up one almond, ate it slowly and patiently, casually observing

me. I don't think he needed wheat crap.

Axel O+super secretor