It is day 27 and not much has changed. I have gone 27 days w.out a beer (note: I still really want a fucking beer) and 27 days without the use of a tobacco product (note: a nice cigar dangling from my lips while I peruse the Modern Love testimonial column in the Sunday New York Times would really be nice right about now). In the last 27 days I have not consumed anything that has been previously plucked, pecked or mooed. I have not consumed any products that can be cracked open and scrambled or transitioned into an omelette or squeezed from an udder and seasonably curdled.
It is interesting to note that the LindWurm 'chums' his tail seven times--once for each of the central chakras...it is like he is endeavoring to unzip himself in yelps in order to heal.
Sometimes you have to unzip your own body in screams and yelp to find out what is inside of you.