he thought of would turn to a physical state and not metaphysical: the

password to his blog, the widscreen monitor in his bed,

the veiled thought of the delusions he commits to, the delusions.

Narcissus has been known to cast his gaze into the shallowless ponds

of empty men. Men regarded as blowhards. Men

wrinkling in the rippling pond of despair and ennui, goddamnit,

ennui. Men who might forget Bush’s soul.

and for whom the mongoloids may grunt.