in the book i just read, deep river, god was referred to as the onion. i guess i should finish it. i got impatient towards the end, and put it by the door in the vista book exchange pile, but i wanted to see if the character whose wife said she'd be reincarnated and made him please promise you'll look for me, see if he finds her in a young indian girl. though all the characters seemed spun from the same loom, the brain of the author, like the onion. 
i told r. about the first morning post of the sausage plant at buchenwald and the burning sky ladder and the walk with luna, and she said, no roger stone? yeah, roger stone was up in there too, as the sick dandy has been all up in every political rectum for lo the grim decades of the deadly sick dandy american political stone cyrkus. roger stone struck me as profoundly, or profoundly shallowly, lonely. he calls himself an outsider, and he wants so desperately to be hip, to be in. but you see him alone with his martini, alone at the maga rallies, alone waving his arms like his hero tricky dickie, who he has tattooed on his back, or alone in a gay parade, being booed and flipping the bird. in the many pictures with his shirt off his sloped head like bill griffith's zippy, with his obvious corn-row implants, looking photo-shopped onto a broad squat queasy-making muscleman magazine body, he seems  sad and pathetic, alone, with the arch crook tricky dickie bird smiling like a demented crow, riding for a political eternity on his back. i thought why did he put tricky d. on his back? though i s'pose can see why, he wanted to carry him, like a papoose, like the ogre, and not have him competing daily in the mirror. though i could see tricky on his chest, with his infamous simian long arms with claws raised in peace-cum-victory signs, the left and the right, flexing animatedly on the stone's hyper-inflated pectorals, like pinup boobs. you see the stone alone roger needed his own goddam post. anyway fuck roger stone, which he says in the back of his dandy long black limousine, is his desired response from all who see get roger stone, hate is his currency, and he's made quite a fugly career of it. 
i remarked as we watched on how many characters in the film, the stone circus, are now out, and headed for political prison or media blip slap on the wrist, and the latest image i had seen was the stone waving his naked ape arms in the tricky bogus fashion after his release on bond from the handcuffs. 
i s'pose it's merely rhetorical to ask, how long must the show go on?