mia

About 5% of my coughing releases a pea green semi-solid. Each piece if normally shaped is about the size of my pinky finger. I can feel it as if in slow motion gliding through a trail of slime up my throat and out, revealing one solid piece that was trapped in my lungs. About 20% of my coughing is loosening these masses. They wait in line to be born, only realizing they are doomed to death and a flush down the toilet. At least I can talk now. When I talk, however, the air causes pain in my chest and shards of shrapnel make their way out of the openings in my mouth and my nose.
I feel like I'm getting better now, while at the same time getting worse. I would rather go to the job and talk on the phone all day than to come to grips with the fact I'm ignoring myself. Who hired these creatures to live in my lungs? Who decided that this was the way to make me uncomfortable? Why can't they be pink and shaped like hearts?
Maybe this all reveals the true nature of my soul. It has solidified and is slowly seeping out so I can visualize my own putresence. I am green. I am a semi-solid. I am vile. I am disguisting.
Regardless of my true hypothesis, I will blame this occurance on a severe respiritory infection.

Ok for now, Mia