2004?
Wow. 2004. it appeals to my ever-present urge to make order out of everything…
2004.
So, Thomas. 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 Thomas. 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