Ode To Morgellons

[little Truthful One]

My tale has a beginning but is missing an end
Listen quite carefully to this message I send
This choice that I made I'll forever regret
That one fateful night I'll never forget
On holiday in Ireland
I chose the wrong bed
Where a cold lifeless body had recently lain stone cold dead
When the Springtails and Collembola joined in
From which countless wee mites then fled
Laying in wait for me to tuck myself in
Ravenous and impatient to start feasting again
Burrowing in to my tasty warm skin instead
The world as I'd known would soon come to an end
Goodbye to the happy-go-lucky life I had led
Replaced by a nightmare one filled with
Suffering, isolation and dread
Soon the itching and burning had spread
Oozing and moving and all crusted in
From the tips of my toes to the top of my head
With bumps & blisters & rashes so red
Went to the doctor, he with a wink & a grin
Not to worry my friend
With this little tube you'll be on the mend
Came back for more & that's when said
This is all in your head
Doctor after Doctor suggested psych wards instead
But my critters are chewing, breading & spinning their webs
My lesions and craters soon began to shed
"Sand" & fibers & fuzzies & twisted threads
I wake in the morning to find that I've bled
Lotions & potions & powders I blend
Rub them all on then do it again (& again & again & again & again)
Hoping & pleading & praying for an end
To the violent unyielding attack that's been waged from within
I shudder to to think of all the money I've spent
More than 10 years in and they wont relent
No work or parties or dinner with friends
Home soaking lesions and boo boos instead
CDC & MDs and skeptics pretend
That Morgellons Disease it just doesn't exist
But their view would be quite different had they laid where I'd been
Perhaps from a Sister of the Magdalene
Poor tortured souls, suffered crimes against humanity
Somewhere lies the answer to these mutated mites
And all this insanity
THE END (but not really the end)

[Jo]

Good job LTO! Welcome to MDR.
I think we can all sympathize with your ode very much.

keep truckin
Jo

[Baraka Obam]

Originally Posted by little Truthful One

My tale has a beginning but is missing an end
Listen quite carefully to this message I send
This choice that I made I'll forever regret
That one fateful night I'll never forget
On holiday in Ireland
I chose the wrong bed
Where a cold lifeless body had recently lain stone cold dead
When the Spring tails and Colombia joined in
From which countless wee mites then fled
Laying in wait for me to tuck myself in
Ravenous and impatient to start feasting again
Burrowing in to my tasty warm skin instead
The world as I'd known would soon come to an end
Goodbye to the happy-go-lucky life I had led
Replaced by a nightmare one filled with
Suffering, isolation and dread
Soon the itching and burning had spread
Oozing and moving and all crusted in
From the tips of my toes to the top of my head
With bumps & blisters & rashes so red
Went to the doctor, he with a wink & a grin
Not to worry my friend
With this little tube you'll be on the mend
Came back for more & that's when said
This is all in your head
Doctor after Doctor suggested psych wards instead
But my critters are chewing, breading & spinning their webs
My lesions and craters soon began to shed
"Sand" & fibers & fuzzes & twisted threads
I wake in the morning to find that I've bled
Lotions & potions & powders I blend
Rub them all on then do it again (& again & again & again & again)
Hoping & pleading & praying for an end
To the violent unyielding attack that's been waged from within
I shudder to to think of all the money I've spent
More than 10 years in and they wont relent
No work or parties or dinner with friends
Home soaking lesions and boo boos instead
CDC & Md's and skeptics pretend
That Magellan's Disease it just doesn't exist
But their view would be quite different had they laid where I'd been
Perhaps from a Sister of the Magdalene
Poor tortured souls, suffered crimes against humanity
Somewhere lies the answer to these mutated mites
And all this insanity
THE END (but not really the end)

This little diddy is really quite quaint

Although some misnomers, researchers we ain't

It may be in time that the cretins will see

not walk round so blindly

their heads up their arse

they swearing the sick dumb

suffering a disease called D. O. P.

[janak]

Very well put

[absurdlyhaywired]

Quite impressive guys!

Thanks for the lift.

This will carry me awhile.

[little Truthful One]

Originally Posted by Baraka Obam

This little diddy is really quite quaint

Although some misnomers, researchers we ain't

It may be in time that the cretins will see

not walk round so blindly

their heads up their arse

they swearing the sick dumb

suffering a disease called D. O. P.

The automatic spell check corrected some of my words like Morgellons, Fuzzies (words not recognized) not only do we live in a parallel universe, we also have our own vocabulary......feeling quite special, really.

[absurdlyhaywired]

Cliff Mickleson wrote an article entitled "The Language of Morgellons"

If you haven't read it yet I hope you can find it-you'll enjoy it. And if

you have read it you can enjoy it again.

I'm unable to post links at this time. Sorry

Can someone get us a link to Cliffs' article posted? Should be easy enough to find.

[jonsi]

The Language Of Morgellons - Think Beyond The Box

rense.com

The Language Of Morgellons -
Think Beyond The Box
By Cliff Mickelson
cmicke1065@aol.com
6-28-6

"All things, once conceived within the womb of the mind of man, are in effect, fertilized potentialities. They exist from that moment on as a gestating reality." - CM

It is important for all those now entering the debate concerning "Morgellons, AKA the Fiber Disease" to understand that one of the more considerable inconveniences that we, as a group, find ourselves up against in the struggle to quantify this affliction is a paucity of appropriately descriptive and accurate linguistics with which to organize, compartmentalize and index it with.

Not unlike the phenomena that occurs when a primitive tribal society confronts and attempts to quantify its sudden and unanticipated encounter with a technologically advanced mechanized society, we now find ourselves cast head first into a foreign dimension where dwells the dragon of descriptive verbal quandary.

Here we cross over the frontier into a twilight world of future-shock. This is a realm where thousands of years of painstakingly assembled linguistic tools are beggared. In the collective Passover into this world of language "antimatter," ... more becomes less ... and antimony reigns supreme.

This is also a land where even the richest of human tongues suffer a collective interface "bankruptcy" and are effectively precluded from their basic reason d' etre. We find our most powerful social tool unable to coherently and effectively communicate the nature of that which our senses perceive. Such is the magnitude of the failure of language in this instance.

We discover, as a result, that we are disagreeably placed at a descriptive loss to correctly conceptualize what it is that we find before us since we have no completely accurate past definitions or terms to draw upon.

This dictum holds true for much of what is now presented before us in the guise of Morgellons.

And....

As a result of this unpleasant situation, (In much the same way as any technologically challenged culture would have to do) we find that we are forced to beg, borrow or steal inadequate terminology and modify it as best we can with conditional modifiers, unsatisfactory adjectives and bandage adverbs.

Hence, it is common to find the frequent use among researchers of the hyphenated word...'-form' When discussing or attempting to communicate, define, or quantify information concerning this affliction.

Any such hyphenated tendencies are immediate and preclusive testimony to linguistic inadequacy. They come to us complete with all attendant nuances and escape clauses.

Yet even these semantic exigencies of last resort are creative desperation's that tend to fall short more often than not.

At best, they lend themselves, (unfortunately) to monumental confusion.

It is time to invent a lexicon made of the same fabric as this condition.

That may mean that it is also time to seriously stretch the rubber band of accepted convention and to begin to think outside the box.

Therefore, lexical poverty's are the best that we will be able to marshal until a better understanding of the exact nature of what we are dealing with is obtained and appropriate terminology is then either coined or adapted to fit.

So....

As the reader may likely surmise at this point ... This Morgellons "organism" exhibits proclivities and behaviors that are...from beyond the pale and certainly outside the medical box.

Several telling and pertinent examples of the current descriptive insolvency we find ourselves afflicted with in relation to this disease can be found in none other than the very name we have assigned to it.

Morgellons, AKA: the Fiber Disease.

In fact, this disease is so alien to the modern tongue and so adumbrates the modern vocabulary that the closest possible moniker that could be found to tag it with was a 300 year old plague of questionable origin that no one now living had ever heard of before.

And...

Even that act of linguistic desperation falls short as no one really knows for sure exactly what it was that was described 300 years ago, nor do we know if it is, in fact, this disease that confronts us now.

We only know that it 'sounds' similar. Hence we are forced to commit a questionable and inadequate linguistic theft in order to communicate the fact that the 'gods must be crazy.'

Let's take a moment and quickly examine just one of those hijacked descriptive phrase: .... 'fibers"

Again, our language is beggared for true accuracy by the oddity of this disease as accumulating research is indicating more and more that the objects we term "fibers" bear no actual physical similarity whatsoever to the classic definition of "fibers" The aforementioned objects only 'look' like fibers, but they are NOT fibers.

Keep in mind that English is one of, if not THE richest descriptive languages on Earth.

Our native tongue has over a quarter million accepted words in its inventory. Yet, this most prolific of communicative art forms is struck down dumb and linguistically bankrupted by the misnomer of...."The Fiber disease that we call Morgellons," ... An anomaly which, due to the nature of this most uncertain of afflictions, is actually, in effect, neither.

-CliffMickelson
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itwl,
~jonsi

[zenmorgie]

LTO - thank you so much for posting this. My brain fog would not allow for such creativity - you have perfectly put into words what I have experienced and how I feel. Better than any gift I will receive this Christmas (unless spontaneous healing occurs).

[HELLandROSES]

This sums up our suffering magnificently. Please let me know if I can put this in the poetry section of my UBPROUD web site and my Morgellons web site to help others. It helps to know that we are not alone. Please inbox me if that's okay.