magic and lulu meet and fall in love. dogs fall in love easily. i saw a girl nearly get smashed by an autopilot racing toward the obamachron, blaring her horn. yet we have a green island in the grid of deadly streets. we go around to the east and mary sighs she hasn't seen the obamachron up close. the aura is stark. she can't look at my blog because the pictures are too traumatic. i probably lost a lot of readers because of the obamachron. but it's not separate, it's a travesty, but it's part of the world, the theft, the landscape threat, the menace of the impending tower. oh! our park! vanished and vanishing!