This is too big a topic, I can’t even begin to describe how i feel about my body.. I am overwhelmed by this organism carrying around my mind…I’m not even sure my mind is in my body…wait…I am so off topic, I am distracted by the glowing table upon which my shiny red machine sits, the sound of beans being ground into a fine powder and people, yes people in their bodies milling around, all enjoying the overstimulation of their bodies senses. Is this MY body?  Who’s body?  I don’t know, I wish I could take a flash lite and go on a trip inside of this body, look at all the different organs and their relationship to each other all working together intertwined, functioning…I don’t have to keep tabs on them, they just do their thing….heart beat, lungs breath…not so simple, but I don’t need to know. the details..it’s too big the happenings inside of the body. Let’s come outside, I’m all sticky now,  need a shower, I’m covered a in slime of many colors and I am disgusted and fascinated, but I want it off…I am grateful for this skin that holds it all together,  I had nothing to do with this miracle, or did I?  People can get addicted to surgery.  Such an odd idea, is it not?  Addicted to the anesthesia, the scalpel, the attention of health care proffesionals..it’s freaky, i’ve thought about it myself being surrounded by folks with their insides all rearranged by a surgeon they worship like Zeus.  I think about what pain killer I would chose, what would I select when the lady from dietary came to take my order, would I have the chicken or the pasta?  Would I be too hopped up on morphine to read a book, write my experience down, would I too be content to stare at the walls and drift in and out of an opioid induced sleep, waking from my trance only to push one of two buttons that will surely bring about another dose of delerium.  Is this what I want?  I sure the fuck most certainly DO NOT want this…..there I go again, to many words used to say not enough, oh well.  NO I DONT want surgery, but I do want a perfect body with a flat belly, perky breasts, and tight round ass.  Would I go under the knife to fix this body?  Is there a problem with this body?  Shit I’m a bore……Has it been ten minutes?  This is a ten minute free write titled my body, the topic is my body and I am here sitting in my body and my mind thinks this is enough about the body, it’s been said and done and so what?  Mind, you just shut up and go back to planning and let us attend to the task of being here sitting in bones and flesh, electricity moving throughout, orchestras all in synch inside and out and that’s about the long and short of it.