Schooling On The Sardine Fast

Yesterday

I have made  a speedy recovery from the way I felt after substituting the turkey that I'd only paid $3.45 for, at Winn Dixie, and then had gorged on, washing it down with a $25 bottle of wine that I'd paid $6 and change, for..

It was while  sitting there the next day, with the back and sides of my head aching; that I searched online and found that particular brand of turkey, coming in at #2 on a list of "8 turkey brands to avoid."

"Everything that's wrong  with modern food production" is how they described it...

But after a  day of not eating, I went back to a big tin of sardines and some goat cheese as a morning meal; and I'm 98% better already...

I could walk  through the lobby here at Sacred Heart and merely say out loud: "Isn't he the biggest a**hole ever born?" out of context, and whoever was there, milling about, would look up in unison from their phones and say: "Tell me about it!"

They would assume  I was referring to he-who-can't-be-named (because the syllables are too triggering to about half the population). Who else could "he" be?

Lawyers and politicians:  "Of course we're telling lies, but they're the lies that are going to put us in power, so shut up!"

The public is  gullible; -just ask Elvis, who, after faking his own death, lived an unassuming and content life, out of the public eye (outside of a few hundred sightings worldwide) pretending to be an Argentinian grape grower, before that cigar shaped craft beamed him up, Star Trek style, then shot off into space, faster than possible using any technology known to Man, after writing:: "Elvis has just left the planet" in the sky over Argentina.

Maybe if the  people knew the truth, they wouldn't be afraid to enter buildings in New York for fear they might collapse, for no apparent reason, upon them..

And, Today...

Last night, I  forgot to grab the spotlight so the sun went down, leaving Jacob and I in the same kind of darkness that has effectively warded off any other buskers who might have thought about playing at the Lilly Pad..

Amazingly enough, a  group came along with about 3 of them illuminating us with phones and, I think shooting videos at the same time. I am about to text Jacob to see if they "dropboxed" them to his fancy i-phone.

We were playing  really well -enough to plod on for another half hour or so in the dark...which produced the only 20 dollar bill of the 3 hour night in the tip jar. It was a chore to switch harmonicas; trying to read the half worn off from playing key signatures on the fronts of them.

We wound up  splitting $46 after probably leaving another 60 or so "on the table." The street was just starting to flood with merry makers and the sound of them was rather positive..

I joked to  Jacob that maybe the Zuckerburg types have decided the turn down the temperature of the algorithms with the knob less in the direction of fomenting division and hatred between the people -maybe that has served its purpose; the war is on, so now we can be made happy and able to connect with each other in positive ways.

It might still  be a nefarious way to unify people in preparation for the bringing back of military conscription.

You know, draft  all the able young men, er -except  those of Islamic faith, as that would introduce "loyalty" issues. They can remain, along with the illegal immigrants to watch the shop, hold down the fort (figuratively, of course) and, should we lose a half million white Christians in battle, well, shit happens, right?

I was up  and feeling glorious on this day 15 or so of the sardine fast. My body seemed to have forgiven me for the one bag of Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies I ate late last night after having had only one 5.5 ounce tin of Goya wild caught sardines in tomato hot sauce. 

They had rung up at the Ideal Market ("se habla fresco" -we speak fresh) at just $2.75 despite being labelled on the shelf at $2.99 + tax.

That must be  a secret amongst the Latino community which that store sits in the middle of. A higher price tag to discourage anyone not "in the know" from emptying the shelves, reserving  for themselves the benefit of  lower prices on Goya products, realized at the register..

The fact that  the cashier apparently rang me up as a SNAP customer, as evidenced by the $2.75 having not been taxed, even though I was using hard cold cash, fresh from the tip jar, might have been done out of her habit of seeing me use the SNAP card before it runs out (less than 2 weeks into a given month, lately) and she might have mashed the "SNAP" button on the register reflexively.

I prefer to  believe that, either she has been seeing me in there buying only sardines over the past 2 weeks and might think that I am just barely surviving, relegated to eating the cheapest healthy food there is; and I can't afford anything else... and might have waived the tax out of pity; or the sardine fast might be something she knows about, and maybe she gave me a discount as a commendation of the devotion to healthiness that I hope I was exuding,  being fresh off of playing some of the best music of my life, for real human beings...

That being said,  I then had just enough to eek out a bottle of red wine from Banks Meat Market ("we speak crackhead niggas") diagonally across Broad Street from the Ideal..

All I could  think about was double bagging the wine and heavy can of sardines in case I had to swing the bag like a sledgehammer to impact the top of anyone's head, along the half mile walk home. It was right around 10 pm...

The last time  I smacked a guy like that, I had only a can of cat food in the bag.

That had gotten  the guy (a 20 something white "meth addict" looking guy about my size, but with probably very little muscle tone, from so much time spent nodding on heroin) to stop letting the air out of my rear bike tire, by stunning him for a second; which was enough time for me to move a roller one digit on my combination lock, freeing both it and the chain; quickly providing me with a more formidable weapon, and sending him running.

He must have  thought that I would have to walk the bike home with a flat tire, making me a slower, and easier, target  somewhere up the road.

One side note:  When I got home I found that the can of cat food had been crushed into a more oval than round shape from the impact.

But, I had  almost bought one of those "Jesus" candles, along with the cat food -the glass cylinders filled to the brim with wax, with either Jesus or some other holy figure on the front, and a prayer in both English and Spanish on the back. That meth head never knew how close (them being almost a dollar more in the French Quarter) he came to having one of them come down like a sledgehammer on his cranium. And to the irony of it having been a Jesus candle that clocked him.

And, had he  died from a brain hemorrhage or whatever; the candle sitting on the evidence table as "the murder weapon" during my trial, rotated, of course  so that Jesus would be facing the jury, in his "peace be with you" pose...

But that was  in 2022, I believe, and in the middle of the "George Floyd" peaceful protests.

Many roads I've  walked since then, and, I really was wondering if I had it in me to fend off a potential mugger in such a way; then have to pour the wine out of the bag and through a sieve to remove the shards of glass, before drinking it, type of thing...

So, the solution  seemed to be to take advantage of the wealth of energy that the sardine fast affords, and to jog home, which I did.

The invigorating jam  at Lilly's; the sardine only diet; the jog home; the Wim Hof deep breathing practice in direct sunlight each morning; the 3 pages of handwritten journals  each morning; the Joe Dispenza "Morning Meditation" each morning; the "Mindful Movement" positive affirmations while you sleep videos each evening...

It all seemed  to be adding up to me having become someone who doesn't need to swing things at anyone's head. There was an out..

On the matter  of the bottle of red wine "to go with the sardines" having gone way past the point of the sardines, and to the bottom of the bottle... 

Um... At least I'm not running out for a hit of crack and a blunt, then coming home and watching porn?

I think I've  heard it preached before, though, that stealing a pack of gum from a store is the same thing as murdering someone in the eyes of God; a sin is a sin..

I was never  sure how to take that. Never steal even something as trite as gum? Or: you might as well kill "that asshole," because it ain't no worse than bagging a blow pop from Bank's Meat Market...?

Anyways, it's a  beautiful Monday morning; the herbal tea I ordered has been "tracked" to my door by 8 pm. tonight, UPS willing. 

Jacob has said he won't be able to busk today, but I could go down there and play "unplugged" and probably grab 20 or 30 bucks. 

"Good Morning, Starshine" by Oliver (1969) is all it would take on a day like today. My tip jar would be full of glibby glob glooby in short order... (sorry, spell checker...)

I had no  sooner pushed away a rogue thought (something like: "You're down to like 8 dollars in cash to last you the next 18 days, what are you gonna do?") and re-entered a state of gratitude than I entered to lobby to learn that the "senior box" bearing my name was amongst the pallet load of them sitting there.

This is food  that arrives magically during the last week of each month; and I think it is funded by the association of doctors and pharmacists who treat diabetes, high blood pressure, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, hardening of the arteries, fatty liver disease, depression, ADD, bipolar disorder and schizophrenia...

"I'm still doing  the sardine fast," I told Miss Cherry, the morning front desk lady.

I said it  too loud, as, instantly a guy who'd gotten on the elevator, stopped the door from closing and said: "I can have your box?"

Miss Cherry came  to my (though, maybe his) rescue with: "He goes through it and picks out a couple things.." and the door closed on him..

I became aware  of the negative thought passing through my mind that there would be no sardines in the senior box this month and, hence, nothing for me. But I was able to send the thought along its way and rest my mind back into a state of gratitude, as I tore open my box to discover a large can of wild caught tuna in water, not seed oils; along with one of wild caught salmon. That means every senior will also get them, and I can look forward to seeing enough salmon to live on for a week, discarded on the "unwanted foods" table..

But, I had  better divide my time between blogging, and the rest of my life; and end here. For now.

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Daniel 23; Evil Spirit 17 (I had an extra point blocked)

"It's Tuesday," said  Sandy, the caseworker, who has recently undergone some rather drastic changes in physiology; notably a pretty full beard has grown upon her face and her voice is actually lower and more gruff than my own. Nichole, the caseworker assigned to me, now refers to Sandy as "he," or "him" and Sandy's car is now "his car," etc...

I think I  know what's going on, here.

One might think  that nobody here at Sacred Heart has noticed these changes. I was talking to Nichole, my own caseworker, and said: "I was going to ask Sandy if she was Andy, now.."

To which Nichole  instantly rebuked me with: "Don't!" That would be somehow a bad thing to ask Sandy. I'm supposed to go on with life and act as if Andy never was Sandy the kind of masculine lady who is the caseworker for, Jr., for one...

"So, are you  'Andy,' now?" How the hell could I be in the wrong for asking that. The alternative is to "Don't believe your eyes," don't even allude to the fact that you noticed a full beard having grown on Sandy's cheeks and ask about it. I would imagine that this is a big deal to Sandy, who is probably about 40 years old and, if she is transitioning into a man, she probably rues the fact that she is arriving to the party late in regards to the sexual motivations for someone who wants to switch into the body of the opposite gender...

"I bet you  wish you could have become a man back when you were 20 and could have sex with a bunch of young, hot females!" would seem like something that might resonate with...him...

But, no. I'm  supposed to play along with this game and pretend there has been no "transition" here, only a correction that uncovered Andy who had been there all along, but had been cacooned inside a female body, or or some bullshit...

But, my point  is that I found out today is Tuesday from it.

The Winn Dixie  up the street that's closing in 5 days now, has upped their discount to 75% and so I got a bottle of wine that I had always felt was beyond my means (do I want to get a lucrative job, that would kick me out of free housing yet afford me the ability to drink a $25 bottle of wine every night with my meal..?) for like 5 bucks. It's very, very good; but not sublime.

The "Federalist" Cabernet  Sauvignon was that...causing me to say: "Oh, my God!" with each sip.

Of course, this  was a compliment to the sardine-only diet I was on and the two were symbiotically compatable...

I bought Harold  a bigger can ($2.39!) of the healtier-than-Friskies type of foods that they sell, which come labelled "human quality,' which means you could actually eat off the same plate, and bond with your pet that way, if you were to set aside your pride for a minute, type of thing..

I hope this  post is made pretty by my python script; plenty of pastel colors against a black background...

I might have  to make an "app" of it and upload it through github for android, so that other bloggers can...wait, I keep forgetting that blogs are a thing of the past. Now you want to let AI create an irresistible thumbnail in preparation for posting on X, or Tik Tok...never mind...

I got a  frozen turkey for like $3.45 at Winn Dixie -a 12 pounder (other people had snatched up the heavier 'young' turkeys, probably thinking that, if they were getting a frozen turkey for just $3.45, why not get a 14 pound one, instead of a 12 pound one) and it's in the oven, in a turkey roasting bag, right now and will be ready by about 9 o' clock tonight. It's 7:07 now...

The sardine (oyster,  crab meat, fat-free chicken breast, and soon to be turkey) only diet has had a noticeable effect on my overall well-being...

I can hold  in my mind an overarching sense of what I am trying to do and, for example, limit myself to a half hour of trying to configure a python script that will let me download Youtube videos. Of course there are hoops to jump through; conceivably, because maybe Youtube want's everyone to pay for "Premium," in order to facillitate this. But, computer hackers and those in the know, know how to do things and I've gotten as far as acquiring the script to do so, but it won't yet run, because I need to get a Python "module" that is more modern than the laptop I'm using. I guess downloading Youtube videos for free was not built into the older hardware....

The sardine-only diet  is miraculous. That being said, I went up front to the lobby and, there was a guy in a wheelchair with bandages wrapped around his feet because, I think he's had toes or something amputated -I'm not sure if the "medical doctors" have worked their way up to his ankles yet; and I don't really know how I would ask...

"So, how much  have you had amputated, so far?"

I would bet  a lot of money that, if that guy quit sugar, to include the sugar in those 32 ounce cans of Milwaukee's Best, which are brewed with the less expensive high fructose corn syrup (we would do that in jail, but, out here in the free world, I don't know...but it does provide the cheapest option) he would see a reveral in his "type" whatever the fuck, "diabetes."

I think it's  sad that these Africans, a lot of whom are incredibly healthy back in whatever area of Africa they came for...

It's not that  they were too stupid to build ships and make weapons out of metal and venture out across the globe conquering..it's that they were smart enough to realize that this gift of life that was given to us could be much better spent...

They had very  strong "perfect," even, teeth.

My teeth are  falling out of my head; and this is because of the intellience that my body has directing it to get rid of the teeth that had been filled with lead, yes, that's right lead. A very heavy metal....

My body was  like: I'm going to let this tooth decay happen, in an otherwise healthy body and make these fillings fall out, by hook or by crook, type of thing...

But this obese  fellow resident was in his wheelchair eating microwave popcorn out of a bag...

I could have  told him that that kind of diet would wreck me.

He could have  thought "that's because we can handle the microwave popcorn; the white man is weak!!"

And then I  would have just gone to Winn Dixie for wine and a turkey roasting bag; and found a fat roach of some really good sticky icky along the way...

I suppose "Sticky  Icky Along The Way" is the working title for whatever I now go to do on my Digital Audio Workstation; having sucessfully divided my time between like 45 minutes blogging, and 23 hours and 15 minutes of the rest of life...

I pray for  you all and, if this whole universe turns out to be a cosmic dream...I pray for you all again

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Wish Me Luck, As I'm Beset By The Evil Spirit

I just got  back from the Winn Dixie that is closing in 6 days...

I got a  $25 turkey (a 'young' one, so exciting in an Epstein kind of vibe, but I digress..) for like $3.45..

Why I didn't  just grab 5 of them and kiss goodbye any future food security is beyond me.

I just might,  after drinking the excellent old vine Zinfidel that I always wanted to try but couldn't afford at $21 a bottle, but got for 8 bucks, go back there and grab the last 5 frozen turkeys...the only thing that is causing resistance to that idea is the fact that the turkeys might have been kept cooped up in tiny enclosures and fed chemicals and all that kind of crap.

They are the  cheap kind of birds -the low flyers- that were "only" like $28 to begin with; and, even though I got one for like $3.45, they might not be the healthiest option as far as what to eat and everything...

I have been  through so much; have travelled many roads and...

I recovered my  sense of health and vitality within like a day and a half after I stopped drinking the coffee that might have been sprayed with chemicals to make it smell like good coffee; and switched to the Swedish stuff that I balked at spending almost 30 bucks a bag for, but got for 11 bucks. I feel really great...

I'm not bragging  nor trying to rub in the face of the people who are truly suffering; having limbs amputated because they have been brainwashed into thinking that things are great because the commercials say they are...

I would love  to go get a half gallon of ice cream and some soda and come home and get high on the sugar rush, but I'm not going to do it. I have too strong a constitution to allow myself to sucumb to such a sweet temptation.

I'm going to  get a $20 hit of crack and some Viagra type of stuff; and put on a porn movie, and  just try to take my mind off of the ice cream soda -that stuff is just bad news...resist the devil and he will flee, type of thing...try to stay the course!
This zero carb diet that has paid such amazing dividends after just two weeks in... 
I'm committed.
Don't want to sabotage it now. So I'm off to see my dealer on Tulane Street. 
Wish me luck, 15 followers.

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Suppress The Oppressors!!

I knew that  the Winn Dixie up the street is soon going to close to make way for an Aldi's Market or something. I didn't know that everything in the store was going to be sold off at steep discounts.

The 'stats' tell a different story...

That was until  I went there yesterday to find a mostly empty store with all the merchandise slid to the ends of the shelves closest to the registers.

Coming in with  only 6 days left until the doors close forever, as I did, I felt the knowledge hit me that, for the past month or so, I had been paying 60% more than I had to on whatever I had eaten..

I shook my  head, was unable to find sardines, and so took liberties with the sardine fast and substituted crab meat, oysters, and a can of fat free chicken breast meat, of the more healthy (expensive) kind...

There was a  bag of ground coffee, Imported from Sweden that always looked good whenever I had seen it in the store. Good, and expensive...

But, at 60%  off of the usually $28 bag, I decided to bag one...

And then, a  "$20" bottle of 2018 Bogle Cabernet Sauvignon, which rang up at $6.49 for some reason that I didn't question, and the last can of Fancy Feast in the store completed my frolic. Harold would be stuck with salmon pate... 
 

The total of what I spent coming to exactly $40.00 even, was an odd enough "against the odds" coincidence to make me think that the handful of cashiers, with only 2 registers open, who are going to be replaced in less than a week; might be just winging it and rounding everything to the nearest dollar and, (I wouldn't blame them if they were) perhaps skimming a little cream off the top on their way out the door, type of thing.

They were the  older black ladies, one kind of plump with a butch type hair style, the other a skinny one. Out of all the employees in there, they have been the ones I have gotten smiles out of. Some of the 99% African American staff in there cast dirty looks upon me and generally would only take their headphones off long enough to say "I don't know," before replacing them, every time I had attempted to say: "There's no price on the cherries," or something. They wouldn't "know," because they hadn't heard the question cause they had their headphones in and only saw my lips move, so they *were* being honest....

But, the older  ladies were in high spirits, talking and laughing...

Today I think  I'm going to acquire cash before going there and, after they ring my stuff up, that I'm going to aim for being in the $35 range, I'm going to say; "Would you take $20 cash for it?" wink wink...type of thing..

I want my  Roberto Mondavi Private Selection 2018 Cabernet Sauvignon for 5 bucks, c'mon, work with me!! -type of thing...

I'm happy to  have the new toy of my Python3 script encouraging me to get back to blogging again..

I am realizing  I bore more responsibility for the drop in readership from around 600 people a day, from all over the world, to about 15 a day..

There were some  dark periods, around "the lockdown," when my alcohol, weed, fentnyl, viagra and porn addiction might have been tending to bleed over into my creative writing endeavors; try as I may have been doing to compartmentalize the two... lol

I fell out  of the habit of adding labels, search descriptions and alternative text to photos; and of writing subject matter that won't trigger the algorithm to 'suppress' the posts..

That is the  word that "they" used when I used Meta AI to investigate this drop in eyeballs and prove to me that I hadn't been shadow banned. "Shadow banned, hahaha, we get that all the time; no, no, no. Blogs themselves have fallen out of fashion, have you considered trying Substack, or maybe X, where you might find more like minded people, and not have your posts suppressed.

...than the impression of suppression given, to perhaps make me rethink things and "correct my course," and start being more pro-antifa, or something...

I think that  word is intentionally being used as a dog whistle and a nod to some 'suppress the opressor' ideoloy over at Alphabet, but I digress and am risking becoming a victim of suppression...

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You Can Lead A Horse To Water And Then Shove A Huge Syringe Full Of It Down Its Gullet And Force It To Drink!

Here is some  good information of the kind that usually comes to me sandwiched between videos that claim to "debunk," it, created by people who are paid to "Just debunk it; throw the kitchen sink at it; lie, create doubt and confusion; say that the doctor is banging this chick; generate AI photos to prove it; I don't have to tell you all this; I'm preaching to the choir. $40 for every 10,000 views; good luck!" -General Foods appreciates all your fine work, type of thing... 

"You might even want to "present" in a lab coat, as this is effective against the boomer generation, who've been conditioned to think things like: 'They wouldn't print it if it wasn't true,' which is problematic, when it comes to videos like the one you're being tasked to debunk. 

But, to a lot of boomers, a lab coat is pretty much unassailable...

Or this video would arrive with a 'fact check' appended, stating that: the FDA -those conscientious, and caring mRNA spike protein vax producers, responsible for a good share of injuries (allegedly) all in the interest of promoting some globalist agenda (which will eventually include the reduction of the populations of about 7 nations, who've demonstrated that they can't co-exist with the rest of "us") - has not validated any of these claims.
Keep eating whatever looks good on TV, boomers; let's restore some common sense, here! -type of thing...

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I used to be anti-meat. 

35 years down the road, there are still meat and dairy products that put me in a funk. Those, though, I have found to be grain fed meats, full of growth hormones and blood full of the adrenaline that could be expected to be found in animals being cruelly slaughtered and full of fear, as the guillotine blade falls; chickens full of antibiotics, etc.

I was judging all such protein based upon what wound up on the school lunch trays, and the resultant 'out of whack' histamine levels they produced in my body, which the medical doctors of the day interpreted as "signals."

They went by these, in order to help them match me, through some list with symptoms on one side, and drugs on the other to medications, billable to my health insurance. 

A sad situation for me in 1985, but a bi-annual Caribbean vacation for Doctor LeDonne MDD..

I will note that, during one of my visits, though, he said :

"What you really need is to go to Florida and lie in the sun for a couple weeks." 

It was a dreary February day in Massachusetts when he said this, and he punctuated the statement with a wink. 

Almost like he knew the game, but liked me enough because I had been his caddy a couple times at Oak Hill Country Club, when I was 9 or 10 years old, to bless me with the wink. 

Almost as if saying: I need to make a living off of the ignorant masses, who are going to be the liberal progressives 35 years from now..the ones who will believe anything, as long as they see it all day, every day on their phones which won't be invented for another 10 years, or so...
"Just don't tell anyone else about the Florida thing..."

Script To Pretty-Up These Posts; And Sardine Diet Revisited

I entitled the   last post in reference to: "The Sardine Diet...etc.," 

It turns you green, but is otherwise healthy...

Then, I never   got around to addressing that particular, out of the dietary adjustments I have been making of late. That was almost like an artifact of the pre-sardine diet, with its concomitant brain fog and reduced general awareness.

I liken that   lifestyle to trying to navigate through a maze and becoming paralyzed by indecision about whether to turn left, or right, at a certain juncture, without realizing that I could scale the wall and climb out of the whole structure; just walk along the tops of the walls taking the shortest distance out...

My apologies for   the size of the text in the post; I'm still tweeking my Python3 script that pretties up these posts. I'm still trying to get it to randomly select pastel colors for each paragraph. The hard part is writing the function so it doesn't randomly choose the same exact color for consecutive paragraphs. I tried using an "inverse" approach, so that the next one would be the inverse color -like yellow is the inverse of purple, or gray the inverse of green or whatever it is (you have to stare at like an orange object then close your eyes to see its inverse in the after image, blue, I believe is what your orange would look like with your eyes closed).

But this had   the unwanted side effect of inverting the colors visibility against my almost black background, chosen out of Blogger's "theme"s for post backgrounds. A nice bright pastel yellow would be followed by an almost invisible purple, type of thing.

Making it so   that capitalized words would be bold-faced became another challenge when I realized that the first word in every sentence is capitalized, according to convention -unless you are e.e. cummings or something...

So, it was:   bold-face every capital word, unless it's the very first word of the whole document; or it is preceded by a period (or single or double exclamation mark or anything else I've used over the past 20 years here, to end sentences with...

I've made a   few tweaks and will now send this through the mangle. Maybe put a Capitalized Word or Three here to see if it renders OK...

I'm still not   out of the woods, so to speak, because a typo, such as accidentally ending a sentence with a "#," or something, has the potential to crash the whole script. And to think those were the kind of things that dissuaded me from continuing the pursuit of a career in computer programming, back in the 1980's...

Now comes the   test# The first word of this sentence should NOT be bold-face; but probably is...

I've been on   the sardine diet for 7 days, now, and have a lot less anxiety and no depression upon waking (and realizing that life sucks and then you die, type of thing...)

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The Sardine Fast: Metabolic Reset, One Fish At A Time

Autophagy -the word   the algorithm refuses to recognize. A red squiggly line gets inserted under that word (as well as the word "kratom") by the text editor which Messenger™ defaults to.

It's as if   Big Pharma and Big Tech are colluding to discourage people from thinking that it's even a word, never mind a reference to something that could potentially be related to reduced profits for "healthcare" agencies.

Don't fast and   detox intermittently and let your body self heal; we've got some amazing pills to do that! -type of thing...

I broke the   6 day water-and-pink-salt diet. I don't have a scale but the three quarters of an inch flab I had around my abdomen like a spare tire (for a racing bike) has shrunk.

I was euphoric   and satiated as I lived off of my fat, plus having all the "fat soluble" THC from any weed I might have smoked the past 21 days or so reentered my blood stream...

The next thing   I'm going to make an effort to regulate is my sleep habits...

Thinking back to   the times I was in peak health, I was sleeping in a tent in the woods, usually from about 1:30 am., until I was good and rested, maybe by 9:14 am., or so.

The sunlight in   my eyes had the effect of snapping me fully awake and preparing me for a highly-charged "homeless busker" lifestyle.

The food I   was pulling out of a dumpster behind a Winn-Dixie turned out to be about 7% carbs; 25% protein; and the rest, fat (with the olive oil that I sauteed fresh, often "oily," fish in, over a fire contributing).

Fast forward 20   years and there are now people wearing lab coats in Youtube videos with titles like: "Eat This, And Never Get Sick!"

I'm waiting for   one of them to put the crowning touch on the diet by mentioning: "And 2 or 3 glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon is more than just alright, but rather, an important addition..."

I used to   call it "the meal of life." 12 ingredients comprising the entire diet..

Using my own   body as a laboratory for food experimentation, as I have done, probably never would have occured had I not been blessed with almost debilitating "eczema," as a youth...

My first 3   day juice fast and cleanse was a eureka moment, when I found that I was comfortable in my own skin, beyond what I could have imagined, as soon as I was totally emptied of food, with my pee being as clear as water...

Note: Whenever I   have gone onto r/eczema on Reddit and have tried to help people who have posted under titles like "Don't know how much longer I can live like this, I've tried everything!" I have often drawn the most snarky comments from the same "people?" I'm trying to help, like: "You self righteous POS! You know nothing about me; nothing about my history! You can take your fad fish diet and f** off! I tend to take advice from Phd.'s in Biology, not street musicians. I hope you die a painful, protracted death!" type of thing...

My comments are   demoted and elbowed out so that the discussions about pharmaceuticals "If Dupixident™ isn't working; there's this other drug..."

Sure, keep eating   cereal in milk, a sleeve of white powdered doughnuts washed down with orange soda for breakfast; but switch to this new drug.

The incidents of   people becoming sterile from it are highly rare; don't listen to people like street musician Daniel; he's probably a bot; or worse, someone who supports RFK Jr...the guy who's trying to take away our state provided honey buns and government funded Cool Ranch Doritos™!

Screw him! Instead...have   you heard of this new eczema medication on the market; some of the preliminary results have been encouraging...?

So, circadian rhythms   are on my mind now. Getting a half hour of sunlight at about the same time every morning is something I'm being intuitively drawn to..

Having spent no   money on food, alcohol, weed or any of the other debaucherous indulgences that a full-stomached, drunk and stoned guy might be tempted into; has been priceless (pun intended).

I went out   yesterday and walked 3/4 mile to Walgreen's, where I got keto test strips, creatine monohydrate, q-tips for Harold's ears, paper coffee filters, alkaline water and a Rockstar™ sugar free energy drink.

I was thinking   that the latter would give me energy for walking home, since I was still at the stage of fasting where I would see stars in my eyes if I stood up quickly, type of thing...

So, that day   became a referendum on Rockstar™ energy drinks, as that was definitely the only thing in my stomach.

When trying to   balance all the stuff in my arms, standing in line, I had dropped the Rockstar™ and the young lady behind me was nice enough to pick it up and balance it in my arms...

So, once outside   I opened it; and at least a third of the contents erupted out of the can like a beer would have...

I had to   smile over how the Lord saw to it that 2/3 of a Rockstar™ sugar free drink would be enough for me, in the state I was in.

Had I been   in, say, Colorado, the contents might not have exploded out because of the altitude...right?

Here it is   Friday at 7 past midnight; and the 'reset' continues; bleeding over into efforts at decluttering the apartment..

I sometimes think   if my room had my bed, my guitar and whatever lesson book I was studying out of, and nothing else...that would be optimal...

The heigtened sense   of smell, combined with the contageosness of cleanliness -wanting the inner to be reflected in the immediate environment has prompted me to clean the kitchen and empty the trash at the slightest trace of odor eminating from it...

What sucks is   noticing how strong the smell of auto exhaust is when just walking along the sidewalks outside...

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Isolationism And Water Fasting

This is early  Monday morning, approaching 3 am.

I'm aware that  I'm spending a lot of time watching Youtube.

Right now it's  Game 7 of the 1984 NBA finals, Lakers vs. Celtics, on my screen.

I love the  car commercials. I've owned about 3 of the models advertised. Boy, did I like my Mazda 626. I bought that in 1995, it was 9 years old, at the time, and I think $2,800..

I got it  at one of the many "buy here, pay here" type dealerships that were scattered around the Middleburg, Florida area.

We lived so  far out in 'the sticks' (one mile to the nearest store; 6 miles to the Winn Dixie grocery store) that, unless you were able to work at home, selling quail eggs, or working on cars; you needed a car..

And so, these  dealers would basically let you just take one of theirs off the lot, then start paying like 35 bucks a week, until either the car died, and they gave you another one (adding the balance owed on the dead one to its price ) or they fixed it, and added the repair charge onto what you owed on the resuscitated thing.. At least the didn't charge interest on the balance (probably only because that would be illegal, with them not being banks).

That's 80 months  (almost 12 years) to pay off a car that would then be about 23 years old, in my case. But, everyone in Middleburg could have a car if they could make the minimum payment of $35 a week.

I wouldn't have  owned the Mazda 626 outright until 2007. By then, about 5 cars later, I was living in the woods in Jacksonville, riding a bike; had just busked for the first time in my life, and was beginning to hear the whispers of "you need to go to St. Augustine!," that would take me 2 years to heed...

The Celtics are  looking pretty good, late in the 4th quarter; especially after Rambis just missed that shot..

One year of  St. Augustine busking, and the accumulation of about a dozen $100 fines (payable in leiu of 6 months in jail on each charge) later, and it was a 20 minute conversation I had with a guy that I was drinking with 'in the cut,' nearby where I busked at a stoplight in Jacksonville, that convinced me to move to Mobile, Alabama.

It's funny because  that fortuitous meeting sent me off on a trajectory that led to quite a lovely adventure, and I suppose I owe him a debt of gratitude; or perhaps a coffee filter.

I say that  because the guy named Steve who offered me 20 bucks for "just a space on the floor to roll out my sleeping bag," and then wound up showering, doing his laundry (using that as a ruse to steal 2 of my towels) and then had pocketed my stainless steel coffee filter (something I discovered after happening to want a cup around 10 am.) was a spitting image of that guy.

He was upset  over the fact that he had slipped up and complimented me on the stainless steel filter 'that's really cool, a stainless steel coffee filter' the night before. "I f**d up; I shouldn't have said anything; I should have just stolen it...." he told me, after I had confronted him with: "Have you seen my coffee filter?"

He was some  kind of Antifa Marxist, or whatever, who believed he was entitled to it just as much as me and probably more, because I was 'the white oppressor' or whatever ideology he used to rationalize being a thief. Something "easier" than believing in hard work and contributing to the community -holding that belief would be, well, too much work, and a pain in his ass.

As much as  I was upset that I couldn't stab him to death and put his body in the dumpster because I had had to sign him in as a guest; plus, the police have that black light thing they use to see dried blood on parts of floors where sleeping bags may once have been rolled out..

He had shoved  all the toiletries I had standing by the bathroom sink to the far corner of it, where it was haphazardly laying in a heap; and then had replaced it with his own toothpaste, razors, etc. Yeah. he deserved to die...

But, the guy  who had steered me in the direction of Mobile, Alabama could have been this guy's twin brother. This opens up the idea that there is some kind of balance in the universe.

I've encountered scoundrels  in the past who have ripped me off materially, but might have imparted some wisdom to me also -something that could serve me long after whatever they ripped off was used up...

It's March 4th,  and I have been water-only fasting for about 102 hours, now. I'm going to use a test strip to see if I am producing ketones and, if so, might embark on a 30 day sardine and mackerel only diet. I'm trying to sharpen my memory to aid in recalling lyrics. Part of the problem is that my improvisational approach to playing shifts my focus to one side of the brain; and it ain't the part responsible for remembering all 11 verses of "Tangled Up In Blue.."

Time to sleep. 

I forgot what  the point of this post was supposed to be. Maybe some sardines will jog my memory.

Trouble is, I'm  still feeling famished and would really like to fast until I'm not hungry at all; that's when you know your body is eating all the damaged cells and whatever cancer might have begun to form...

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The Pretty Up The Blog Python Script

This is a song...

Daniel McKenna III · Little Old Wing

Above, is a  song that is described in the player that pops open to play it.

Some guy gave  us brownies which had psylocibin mushrooms, I believe. I ate about half; Jacob waited to see what was going to happen to me...

I went into  a trancelike state, oddly enough, after the guy had given us the brownies, but before I'd eaten half of them. The mere anticipation of psychedelics had a placebo-like effect on me...

I took the  recording that Jacob made using an old school cassette deck, then transferred to digital, and kind of just tapped along on various percussion instruments then played acoustic guitar along with it; other than that it all comes from in front of Lilly's house on Bourbon Street, New Orleans USA

The Pretty Up The Blog Script Rewritten, With Help From AI 

The proof is  in the pudding!

I once (2016) wrote  a script in the Perl language which would take a bunch of words I wrote and put them into paragraphs, with the first 3 letters larger and in ornate font, and it would shade the paragraph a pastel color light enough to appear on the almost black background of this blog, chosen at random.

The next paragraph would get the same treatment, but another random color would be selected to decorate it.

The really hard programming problem was how to avoid the script randomly choosing the same color as in the preceding  paragraph, or one so close it might as well be..

This got me  into trying to find the "distance" between colors, which, neither I nor Meta AI, at this point has succeeded in doing.

So, I began  to rewrite the old Perl script in Python.

I switched to  Python after Perl somehow underwent a precipitous drop in popularity; with "Perl Is Dead" videos on Youtube to prove it.

And, when I  say I began to rewrite it; I started that process by telling Meta AI to write a script to take a bunch of words I wrote, and...

At first, it  got all fancy and was trying to use all the state of the art bells and whistles. Like a box would pop open to allow you to find and double click the file full of a bunch of words.

Then, it tried  to calculate the distance between the random color chosen, and the color of the previous paragraph, and would reject and try again if the colors were too close.

Both those features  crashed, and Meta kept simplifying it down to where it was in the neighborhood of the Perl script that I wrote by hand, way back in 2016, before AI became a household word..

Anyways; I will   now run this through the script and you should be seeing the results. 

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Only Thursday

I left out of here yesterday, as dusk began to encroach; to the point that, looking for roaches on the sidewalk became harder, as I made my way towards the Starbucks on Poydras Street...

I encountered barricades from one of the parades, but was able to get past them and walk into the Starbucks about 10 minutes before their closing time...
"Nothing to brew; not much to do...!" I said, after walking in.
I was only there to buy protein bars and green energy drinks to get me through until this coming Saturday (14th) when my retirement benefits should arrive..
The guitar case over my shoulder and the backpack being indications that I am anything but "retired," the barista's asked me, with a look of impending doom: "What can we get you?"
I then told them I only wanted to buy stuff that didn't have to be ground up, brewed, steamed or garnished with whipped cream. "That's why I said 'nothing to brew, not much to do, when I walked in,'" I said...
By the time I had picked out a few items and was packing them into the pockets of my guitar case, an older white gentleman had entered the place...
"The way they were looking at me out there;  they're probably going to think this is an extra clip of ammo," I said about the green super drink I was putting in one of the pockets.
The man smiled and said: "A cold drink!" (at that)
"Yeah, but with a flavor to die for," I said, on the way out...
I was stopped by National Guardsmen in the process of crossing over from Royal to Bourbon Streets , and, without objection, opened my back to reveal that my extra ammo clip had dripped condensation onto my rolling papers; there was a guitar in the case; and they never made it as far as the canister of suspicious white powder which was Creatine Monohydrate, and labelled as such. 
This is an example of the blessings that flow to those who show up and put in the effort. At least a few of them had seen me a few times the past week or so, and so I was already half-vetted as a non threat (unless one analyses my lyrics, I suppose...) .
I asked one of them: "So how many of you are actually loosing money by being out here doing this, rather than your regular jobs?"
"We're all civilians, and most of us have jobs, and yeah..we're losing money.."
"But, for the unemployed, it must be nice to have "found" work out here.."
"Yeah."
(thank for overlooking the vat of suspicious white powder, have a nice night)
I found some roaches of weed, so gummy with cannabis oils that they had stuck, like gum, to the sidewalk, and hadn't soaked up the rain that had fallen earlier, due to the oil and water not mixing thing...
Then I got a call from Jacob, who had some free time; and...we played for about 2 hours and split about 23 bucks; which is just about what I had estimated as the amount we could expect to make on the Wednesday night when parades were going on elsewhere that wouldn't end until midnight...
Well, I don't want Friday's post to be: "I spent all of Thursday recapping Wednesday.."
So, off I go; at 1:45 in the afternoon already...