Why I am wary of urine therapy and the fight for pure children.

Never again for the children, especially the corporate sweets. Homemade birthday cake followed by anti-parasiticks. One sweet treat at Christmas. It wants 0 carbon dioxide to get to zero oxygen. Fuck what it wants. We make this place. We will get to zero sugar and zero parasite. They are already hearing about the “bad worms” in the tummy and the older boy understood when I told him that he messed himself up.

Other than the gross but minor and ignorable unease of fungal infiltration through the sexual organs, I felt great for YEARS feeding the fungus what it wanted. The key point here, that I keep making, is that the morphine somehow kept it from over running my colon. That probably saved me. The water kept getting absorbed, right up until the very end, when I got my reward, the tumour behind my jaw; and an extensively mature parasite, that would approximate in size and effect, in my 36 years, the end of my grandfather in his 70s. By that I mean some of the same symptoms, especially the faint whiff of urine from the leaky urinary system. The well has been poisoned in too many to not carefully analyze the water of life.