baked another bread
glad I have no longer to go out for bread
and what I bake tastes much much better
and I can bake as much as I want to eat today-tomorrow
after one year of intensive eating on a fruit and juice diet
I now only eat (as before) what my appetite tells me...
and I'm losing more weight,
my skin changed to real soft and teenagery
my eyes perceive a younger body
that goes with the softer skin...
a lemon juiced every day works as a skin rejuvenator from within...
abdominal fat as if gone, but not finished, because the organs are still in fat
that's where the cancers nibble like rats, mice, wolves...
I reduced my fluid intake somehow not wanting so much anymore;
so I noticed a change:
by midnight I'm asleep
and my dreams behave like books
they keep me busy until about five in the morning
that makes it still around eighteen hours wide awake
thru-out of all this,
concentration and memory have increased,
and all joy is nothing but a sexual body
dreams are more robust, as if I'm in control...
I read probably a dozen books at the same time,
suddenly an idea in book b interlinks with an idea in book d
and thinking gets on on its own from there on
sort of home-made ideas drop in unexpectedly...
a sort of a tableau of all the books
not competing but talking to each other
yet language is just as miserable as abdominable fat
language advertises itself,
figure out what self-politizised language peddles
dogma and epistemological totalities
ideological strictures that inpede free thought
no tv here, no radio, internet only, books...
lots of room for soft emotions....