by knowledge shall the chambers be filled
with all precious and pleasant riches.
a wise man is strong,
i will seek it yet again.
be not thou envious against evil men 
and neither desire to be with them
for their heart studieth destruction
and their lips talk of mischief.

it was spooky under here, there's a collapsed stairway that led to the train platform. 
there's graffiti i can't read,

and graffiti i can

and lulu is reading the same things, 

trying to get the picture herself

when a freight train roars overhead like tons of thunder.

yesterday i was stuck in the shock of the grid after the threatening traffic. i heard shots late coming from the midway. today i learn somebody got killed in his car sitting at a red light by the midway plaisance. 

this is the haunted train arcade a block away. i had to hold lulu down on the grass. she's so strong now when she goes to terror and leaps my arm is pulled sharp from my trunk. 

i was wondering, when obomba makes his millenium park, will this station be reopened. will they erase the graffiti daily, will the shooters be shooting, will they be some other place. will the secret service presence, the f.b.i. the c.i.a., keep the fractured neighborhood at bay. what hope, what change will come, what stultified peace, in obombaland.