lulu went cray-cray on alison's vacuum. reminded me of fennster my old little alien bostonian who went cray-cray on leaf blowers (he HATED those machines, even more than me) and vacuums too. he was out to kill, lulu just did wanted to dance cray-cray. out on the midway we had too many toys, all foundlings, two frismos, a black half kong, a orange superball and a green erratic. a guy crossing with a blonde doggie kept looking intensely, not sure if he wanted to join or feared lulu giving chase. two toy pooches i think those lap yapper kind the pokryfke's had, yorkies, the feller kept looking too, maybe we're just interesting, but ronan passed by without a glance. waiting for sundown to eat black beans and taters and watch max richter's sleep. digging the gentle barbarian. penny's talking to me in her sleep.