i am (your) petechiae (from Situation Pimp)
home sick today.
yesterday just about killed me.
i hold in all the pain and insanity of my office life and it makes manifest in my body - bones, muscles, blood vessels, tendons and capillaries....
PETECHIAL HEMORRAGES...
my entire body feels suseptible to the crush and pop of pressure.
little red dots alarming the physician that something is amiss.... a rye.... a foot
i have donned the dress of scapegoat.
upon my person is the outfit of dysfunction....
i wear the threads spooled from those around me.
i am not a human in my own right, but rather an organ, tissue or vessel that exists simply to indicate the presence of disease. see me and see disease. take a sample of me down to histology and you will find your problem.
but instead, like most self obsessed and denial-ed humans, you take the slice o tumor to the psychiatrist and say:
"make this tumor take responsibility for its malignancy! make it fix itself so i can go on with the healthy life that i had before it came along".
YET...
you will continue to smoke
you will continue to eat processed lard.
you will continue to flood your liver with martini juice.
you will continue to work 25 hour days.
all the while you blame the tumor and the clot for driving you crazy. repeating the mantra to anyone who will listen:
"if this insane clot would just go away, i would be well. for it is not me that makes me sick"
never seeing that we the clot,
the tumor,
the swelling,
the petechia
are all you got to help you.
for without us, you'd splat dead
head first into your gazpacho.
(c) Posted by luvautumn at
Sunday, September 30, 2007
http://situationpimp.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-your-petechiae.html
yesterday just about killed me.
i hold in all the pain and insanity of my office life and it makes manifest in my body - bones, muscles, blood vessels, tendons and capillaries....
PETECHIAL HEMORRAGES...
my entire body feels suseptible to the crush and pop of pressure.
little red dots alarming the physician that something is amiss.... a rye.... a foot
i have donned the dress of scapegoat.
upon my person is the outfit of dysfunction....
i wear the threads spooled from those around me.
i am not a human in my own right, but rather an organ, tissue or vessel that exists simply to indicate the presence of disease. see me and see disease. take a sample of me down to histology and you will find your problem.
but instead, like most self obsessed and denial-ed humans, you take the slice o tumor to the psychiatrist and say:
"make this tumor take responsibility for its malignancy! make it fix itself so i can go on with the healthy life that i had before it came along".
YET...
you will continue to smoke
you will continue to eat processed lard.
you will continue to flood your liver with martini juice.
you will continue to work 25 hour days.
all the while you blame the tumor and the clot for driving you crazy. repeating the mantra to anyone who will listen:
"if this insane clot would just go away, i would be well. for it is not me that makes me sick"
never seeing that we the clot,
the tumor,
the swelling,
the petechia
are all you got to help you.
for without us, you'd splat dead
head first into your gazpacho.
(c) Posted by luvautumn at
Sunday, September 30, 2007
http://situationpimp.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-your-petechiae.html