i was sitting in a bent chair by the window looking down at the obamachron and two fellers popped out of the elevator shaft. the younger one asked is that obama's building? and i sighed, yeah. he said, nice. i said nothing audible. i get a similar feeling as i do in my old studio apartment, that vortex between the gut and the solar plexus, but this vortex is massive, and it's in the public park, and unlike my vortex it won't be gradually and thoughtfully dismantled. it will continue in perpetuity to plague the populace.