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eye - dealy, chicago's recent warm spell will be the facade in front of a monstrous winter storm that dumps 8, then 10, then 25 feet of snow on the windy city. It will be declared a national disaster area, and evacuated. Due to more horrific storms, not all the evacuees will make it to safety, and a large swath of impassable cold, maybe a glacier, maybe a hundred degrees below zero will separate the survivors of the Chicago disaster and the rest of the suffering world. These survivors will band together and redefine life in a big, deserted city. They will loot abandoned stores, factories and buildings using a series of sneaky tunnels. They will devise bike-powered sleds and snowkats that run atop the ever piling snow. Summer will not come for a long long time, and when it does, these resourceful few will build boats out of abandoned metra cars and sail with their stockpiles of lemons and hostess cherry pies and cans of frijoles negros out into a new world. A fierce world that bears no resemblance to the one they knew before Chicago.
these pigeons, these resourceful musicians, drug-addled geniuses, queer punks, redheads and poets will have adventures, they will never look back at the idea of currency, the crumple of fabric bills in pockets. They'll write their own legends and if the water recedes, they'll tell a different story than the rubble they left behind.
that is all.
these pigeons, these resourceful musicians, drug-addled geniuses, queer punks, redheads and poets will have adventures, they will never look back at the idea of currency, the crumple of fabric bills in pockets. They'll write their own legends and if the water recedes, they'll tell a different story than the rubble they left behind.
that is all.