Into the third month of flexible fasting fruitarianism, and shite continues to flood out of Ruinur. Inspecting our poo this morning, we saw little creatures jetting their way around the surface of the toilet water. Nice. And who's to say these little bastards haven't been influencing our very thoughts?
20kg less, and the beginnings of a six-pack stomach for the first time in our life. And having bought a blender, lots of lovely watermelon juice to quaff. A quick look at the old irises (iridology is amazing, you've got to try it, go to that goldmine that is archive.org) shows that there's still a lot of encumbrance in the stomach and intestines, and little white strands that indicate some kind of upcoming healing crisis for the kidneys. And our emotions are a little edgy, there's some anger welling up for certain things, and family who have just been batshit-crazy their whole lives and would rather like to drag Ruinur with them if they can. Still, Ruinur has never been stronger. How can you not be strong when you know you want for nothing and are limitlessly healthy and wealthy, all you gotta do is give your word and make a claim?
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