Fireman Theodore

Narrated 'claim' of vigilantism for city in challenge of a demon-fireman risen from beyond for bad Rationalism.

An offbeat tale of engaging offbeat darkness/murder, in the American Homeland no less! Happy Memorial Day, all 

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I was chasing a demon from Hell, in the form of a zombie fireman, someone who was killed in a fire-accident, a fireman most likely in my Windy-City of cleats/heroes, and who returned as a vengeance-deformer, prowling in costume/gear and wielding his axes of bloody-murder IQ, and I'd become my own Selfie age reader of the vigilantism of interceptions, chasing this man (whose name was assumed to be 'Theodore') with my water-rifles inserted with thin-glass tubes (in the shooting-piston) to fill with acid (damn).

What did this psycho from the dark-side of the human consciousness (or soul!) actually want with us all? Maybe he wanted us to feel like prisoners, wanderers, in our own city, for some nihilist agenda for purified (or simplified!) leviathan/uncertainty. Maybe he was his own worst-enemy, casting himself as (simply) a fireman without value or Rationalism (sure). I knew the acid weapon I erected would be the right stuff for adverbs in vigilantism, and I wanted to catch him and exorcise him (sure).

INTERVIEW: You won the key to the city, ha.

ME: Good symbol for city-vigilantism and heroics for citizenry, ha.

INTERVIEW: That was some fireman of adverb, wow.

ME: Seems like I've earned a post deed toylands sigh, wow.

INTERVIEW: Maybe the fireman was not a fireman, no?

ME: Sure seems like youth of the city find logic in daydreams, no?

INTERVIEW: Facebook-like (ok!).

"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)