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Uncover the hidden secret of dairy
When you know, you know. If you know, you know. It’s a gut feeling, the mind serves the digestive and it’s the microbiome that is many many small men behind many many small curtains. Oz and my intestines are the tubular yellow-brick-road. “I felt it in my gut,” “I felt it in my heart,” heartache headache stomach-ache; my back hurts in my mid-20s and my gut says it’s chronic but Icelandic yogurt tells a different story. Probiotics, antibiotics, prebiotics, postbiotics, fuck-up-my-biotics I just want to enjoy Texas BBQ without an imminent gut-feeling-of-doom. Listen to your gut, press your ear to the bellybutton, the source of all the fuzzy feelings and unconscionable queasiness; I had butterflies and I knew it was true, true love, not just love but love with a dash of honesty, there are levels to these feelings and it’s the gut that commands the truth, the wholesale evaluation of my love and my fear and the motion of the goddamn butterflies. Butterflies and bacteria, there are worse sources of anguish. Bacteria, so small, butterflies so inconsequential, such as I’ve never seen a butterfly with a mission, a career, or perhaps regret. But these pesky little cells, invaders of the smallest order, I am to believe?!? That they are the master of my fate, captain of my soul. No. I have Northern European yogurt to cure that ailment, rid…
