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About Chicago

Angry? Oh, mad I get! “Do or do not, there is no try”—but try, I did, and lost. FIFA, whore of sports games, packs so rigged—fuckin’ scam, man! Happy tho, sometimes—when I beat it, resist I did. Once, mate, swore off whore for month—felt like Jedi, pure I was. Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a dragon, hidden, crouching, ready to pounce! Laugh, you must—cuz it’s dumb, us falling for it.

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Now, listen, listen! Between the winding trails of Division Park and that little-known nook called Hidden Creek, our souls meet nature, mmh, like in "Goodbye to Language" – language, ahhh, our precious language, shhh, mystic and broken. It almost sings to you, whispering secrets. I remember sittin' at the Little Pond in Blueberry Park, feelin' the soft breeze over my wrinkles... ohhh, mind-blowing, it was!

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