"For a second he became a door, unhinged: he was flying through his mind, through the air around himself and Harold, like a malevolent magic carpet, a door become a blade cutting through the air: a dull razor for the severing - hacking - of veins and arteries and anything blood flows through."

presidential portrait

I see Bush back in 2003

wearing that childlike grin:

he's thinking

--If me and Donald and Dick

drop a cuppla nukes on Iraq and shit

I can build a slip-n-slide in the backyard

and fill it with beer!

Hooray!