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Exit from the bowels

Since I have been talking about my bowels a lot, which is not surprising given my Viennese upbringing, I feel I have to move on to a different subject. Otherwise my blog will be censored for anal redentiv-mess.

Anyway I finally stopped my fasting regime and started eating again. Gingerly I approached my first meal, Pavels Organic Yogurt with natural New Zealand honey and some stale Walnuts. What a feast, my taste buds acted like the Los Angeles Master Choral, singing their hearts out, rejoicing, actually yodeling in controlled spasm. Conducted by the layering of food particles marching over my starving tongue. It was pure pleasure, reminding me of Huysman's Essenties in "Against Nature", who in the need for controlling his senses embarked in designing a olyfacturous machine spitting out smells according to symphonic orders. Allowing the operator to be carried down the memory lane of smelly encounters, ingrained as they are in ones sub conscious memory. 

Anyway I did not want to stop my oral pleasure. So I took smaller and smaller bites, until my my spoon showed only microscopic amounts of this ambrosia. Nevertheless there was an end, even after liking the bowl and a three feet circle of the surrounding area. This made me quite looking forward for the next meal, yet knowing that this euphoric sensation has to wear off after a couple of meals. 

My next meal was Wabi-Sabi's, a local Venice hangout, Vegan Miso Soup. A dish Tao Ruspoli turned me on to. Either I was too sensitive after fasting or they changed the ingredients, my taste buds were already jaded, but my stomach started to scream. A whole 12 tone orchestra was playing in there. Stockhausen or Schoenberg, who could tell definitely not Philip Glass. Not to melodic. The whole intermezzo lured my into the public bathroom, where I was slightly hesitant to let those  musicians out. Fearing and amplified and trompetous exit. Thanks to another noisy LA restaurant, all this commotion was just another blip in the chatter of an active friday night dating ritual.

After my bowels quieted down I remembered that I have tickets for the Kronos Quartett the next night at Disney Hall.

Tuesday-Waking up empty

Yesterday at bed time I took as instructed an Herbal Laxative, dry on my tongue- do be flushed down with clean water. Since this was close to the first solids I in-took all day it tasted delicious. I could distinguish all this dry flakes, like anise,peach leaves, caraway,calendular and especially hibiscus as well as some undefined binding agents. The taste stayed with me for a long time since the flakes did not move from my tongue, despite bending down on the faucet and have a direct water flow on my tongue. The flakes seemed to be glued on to the surface, like orphaned dogs in Humane Society Kennel clinging to any prospective master entering the facility, finally the flakes let go, released themselves into my throat and down the pipe to meet up with what ever is left in my stomach. After this I lost track of the goings on in my lower parts, anxiously waiting for what is next. I wore two of my least favorite underpants over each other just to make sure the bed stays an intestinal virgin,I was not so worried about the sheets more about the mattress.
Cautiously I feel asleep, with my radio on. As the rising sun kissed my covered cheeks I awoke worried, but after a quick and thorough check for the obvious, I was both relieved and worried. The more I check the least I felt, what I experienced yesterday- the vast lower emptiness-became even vaster. I did not feel, nor had any awareness of my intestinal presence. nothing, Nada, no morning erection caused by a wet dream or a build up of fluids. Bowing to habitual instincts I left for the bath room heading for squatting apparatus, hoping and worrying, I was anticipating some grand commotion. Gently twisting and turning to cay ole my lower me into action, turning on the built in stimulants, warm water spouted upwards into my most darkest corners, hot air blowing into my hemorroidal landscape all thanks of Japanese ingenuity.
After a half an hour of acropatics on a porcelain contraption I finally squeezed out a small quota of my prior daylies. But I felt fine just a bit hung up about my lack of output, since I was usually so proud of my intestinal productivity- even considering inventing an improvement to the ingenous japanes washlet- the water and fece proof scale build at the waterline of the bowl digitally measuring your intestenal production.
Too much said about nothing, any way I am fine taking day by day, hour by hour as a journey into the unknown or the emptyness.

Monday-Intestinal Gardening

Since my wife has gone to Egypt, I am fending for my self. Eating well or no eating, right now I am fasting, or better said I am doing some intestinal gardening, cleaning out my system. i had to call my friend Janet in NYC several times to get the instructions right. So I am trying this to get my system flushed to start my stomach on a new live, I guess my stomach has been abused, eating too fast, too spicy, too much. Now I am good to him, cleaning out all this leftovers from the nooks and grannies and the hidden corners of my long intestines. There should by a video game, shoot out in the gourd, hiding in all these intestinal corners, behind food left over and new food coming from above, not knowing if you catch diarrhea or an un- intentional laxative and get flushed out- Game over.
Yesterday I cooked my last meal, invited Bob over, I prepared a delicious paste rabe antiqua, an appetizer of aircured duckbreast al'a bresaula with a watercress salad and roasted organic chicken thighs top broiled, right now this seems so far away a different life al together, right now I dont even feel I have a stomach, There is only emptyness there, even less than empty- more like a hole.
Any way I am looking forward to bed time when I can consume a laxative, what will that do to me. Those are the instructions. Maybe I will flush emptyness, or existentialistic nothingness. I will know tomorrow

More Massage

This swanky Massage place in Shenzen, China saved my rainy day. A fourhanded massage, 2 hands on Head and 2 hands on the feet blissed me out. Since I am somewhate of a massage expert, approx. 1500 massage in 25 countries, this was the best service value. My friend Doreen and I had both foot and head massages for 1 and 1/2 hour, a total of 6 hours on two areas of your body, sauna, whirlpool and fruitjuice for US$46.00.