give me another war mortality statistic-factual in black and white on dioxin laden paper so i can chew it up into a little ball then cut open a slice of skin on the tender inner part of my arm and in a secret act of defiance- insert it there and wear long sleeves and move in an accustomed way through the days as they bring various weather patterns and changes and my mind will be distracted by shiny objects of very little importance until the skin around the intrusion begins to redden and recoil and an army of cells begin to march towards the offensive object and there will be concern and fervor and applications of archaic tinctures and repeated observations but infection will begin it's dutiful march through the tributaries that lead to the heart and the usual vibrant manuevers will slow down causing the mind to fill with debris until the flight of thoughts clutter and jam shut after racing in circles of worry and then it's quiet and the Point reaches the heart and the Point proves what is not readily seen but is as sharp and clear as ice. 

someone was speaking and the brakes on the bus were squealing and he smiled and she doubted and the city rose up in waves, oblivious about them 

you want this to be about you, to take an abstract and miniaturize and distort it into a personal attack? here it is then- this is officially about yoU and You know who yOu are and let me tell you the reason people like you and i can never be more than cautious friends. you have no border- no place where you say to me, get back- this is mine yet you constantly butt up against mine and think me weird for living behind it and "wasting time taking freaky pictures of myself." it's apparent that we are from different planets and yours is a pretty stable and nice place with soda pop and toys that go vroom and mine is dark, dirty and has eviscerated things lying about with words of derision carefully burned into the pellucid surfaces.  

and there was a little man who offered love from his green stained hand but the box of glass he was restrained within would not permit such a thing and so we gazed at him and sadly left and walked into the cold and quiet wind.