and then I sit back in my lonely writer's garret wondering why you might want to know me, if you do, for the fingers pressing the keys that bring you these words may be attached to a body that repulses you by appearance or by containing a person with specific characteristics not noted here that you would run from or mock or condemn or even some fictitious figment of my imagination brought about by the blank walls that scream to be colored by with my random hallucinatory images.