fasting
I know why they call it a fast.
When I dramatically change the way I eat
for just a few days at a time
everything
moves
so
much
faster
my mind, my feet, my mouth, my wit, my appetite
i remember once being on a juice fast in fairfield.
i bought freshly juiced beets and carrots
drank one little bottle every 30 min
i had
so
much
energy
an obvious friend
told me to go to the woods
kill a deer with my bare hands
and drink the blood
i didn’t really want to do that
so he took me to the fairfield family diner
and fed me fried chicken fingers
they
were
so
awesome
I’m looking forward to whatever it is that will manifest as those fried chicken fingers this time
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