Chicago's Language

Narrated fiction of American Robin Hood 'deed' for myth/insurance concerning water-guns and (claimed) Earthling 'chance' field goals for charactery.

A Windy-City heist fantasy for cops/thieves hyperbole as Spring fast approaches. Thanks so much for reading, 

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Well, it was Spring and global warming had some cold chill air left-over from the Winter in my Windy-City of incomplete-distances readings to the securities for 'confidence' life and Earthling arts for Selfie-lifestyle commentary for culture and happiness, given this mod-landscape of terrorism/piracy/corruption woes somewhat sullying our fare-rich Blue Planet of 'jellyfish' storyboards for the Ego.

BANK MANAGER: The guy was in a Saint Patrick's leprechaun get-up with an eco-theater with water-gun.

INTERVIEW: Had his diamonds-van painted/parked outside while he requested special photos?

BANK MANAGER: Escorted to the vault by lone-guardsman who was ordered to dance.

INTERVIEW: Covered the camera with bubble-wrap and burned the box with water-gun filled with HCL?

BANK MANAGER: Had recorded song, "James Bond" playing, left insurance note, "Rumored blood diamonds."

INTERVIEW: Think it was some rival-company eco-theater mock-stunt for smugglers-roads gossip?

BANK MANAGER: The gems were insured by our fine bank(s)...maybe it was insider detective game.

INTERVIEW: Maybe the leprechaun wanted to draw gossip to the (Ion-co?) gems for Interpol-jellyfish.

BANK MANAGER: Facebook-like?

Well, I acquired the Spring Windy-City 'lore' deed for Interpol-maps, and yes, the (Ion-co?) gems/treasures which were insured I assure you, were I assure you, blood-diamonds from African shores (damn). These 'nasty' items were floating around, mined by Sierra Leone warlords and became Earth underworld black-market 'rogue-finance' claims for insurance integrity hyperbole (wow). This was the right-stuff for my Robin Hood deed of costumed social media consumerism 'integrity' commentary in the modern American Homeland for incomplete-arts of Selfie-jigsaws.

The bank manager didn't know what to say/think, since I left the lone-guardsman (Leo) inside the vault-room while I crawled out the bank restroom-window and flew away by metro and to my current Brussels retirement haven (apartment!) and thought-back to adapt the entire Windy-City 'misadventure' of pseudo-vigilante feel into a blood diamond novel concept (Chicago's Language).

OFFICER CHARLIE: I ain't just Barbie, Chief.

POLICE CHIEF: This guy's a real leprechaun, and maybe he's an insider, Charlie girl.

OFFICER CHARLIE: I won't let bad vigilante maps spread to youngsters in Chicago, Chief.

POLICE CHIEF: Blood diamonds are seeping into the UK they say now (black market).

OFFICER CHARLIE: Me thinks the 'leprechaun' has some escape-hatch plan to Antwerp, Chief.

POLICE CHIEF: If this becomes invisible, no one will think you're Barbie, Charlie (ok?).

OFFICER CHARLIE: Facebook-like.

Yes, I used a water-gun filled with acid, and I made the acid in the bank-restroom with some basic chemicals and an electric resourcefulness (ha)...and I did fly to Brussels and not to Antwerp, which is where I had clue-leads placed concerning my potential energy final-destination, for the ambitious young rookie-cop in the Windy-City assigned to my Robin Hood case of field goals (ok).

Today. I'm enjoying a Netflix download of an iconic heist-story on my laptop in Belgium, thinking back to how I'll adapt my American Homeland highwayman-tale into 'good' fiction for records/artists; and maybe I might ask the local Belgian bistro waitress (Esmerelda) to marry me...as I write these pre-novel concept-notes for myself, as I'm my own criminal psychiatrist (ha). By the way, Esmerelda happens to be a big fan of the film Chicago (Facebook-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)