Earth City: of Raisins

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of wrought social motion (in the Windy-City parks) casting lines of invention/rhetoric for (modern) urbanization walls.

A modern urbanization superstitions yarn, drawn from varied media.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Bo Jackson) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretations/commentary).

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I was stationed in Chicago, for a special theater-employment for Halloweentime, involving my work in the Windy-City park for clown-act for youngsters visiting from school for a month-long field-trip project designed by the particular school administrators, sending me there all the way from my home-circus arena in the Homeland-Jersey suburbia area of Echelon. I couldn't refuse the enticing theater-work offer for the extra credit image for my resume in my Selfie-age of life-linked Earthling conversationalism (sure!).

ADMINISTRATOR: Welcome to the Windy City, circus-fellow; we're sure this will be in your resume!

ME: Thanx for the invite and extra credit chance to spread some metaphysical cheer in the park.

ADMINISTRATOR: We're concerned about our younglings finding recreation and art IQ for class.

ME: Halloweentime's the season for the reason, and I do love cooking-toys for my park-act!

ADMINISTRATOR: We want your type of circus-theater in the park to overcome a city darkness.

ME: What's it?
ADMINISTRATOR: Sure, Chicago's got deep pizza, but also a new crime-syndicate element.

ME: The park's the thing...to draw in the Jabberwocky of the rings (yes?).

ADMINISTRATOR: Thanx (Facebook-like).

Sure, I knew of the annals of Windy-City social transit hospitality-readings for the incomplete-bureaucracy arts of wrought cleats for the Ego and choreographed streets/urbanization sanitation for Earthling field goals. Sure, I knew of Windy-City cinema expressions of all that'd become Earth's lyric for tents and rings of human network principia, for both rhetoric and a charm. However, I was unaware of this Windy-City crime-syndicate Ego-pollution that required some Halloweentime park-ventilation 'fare' for capitalism/traffic race charge (for leviathan/uncertainty). Was this Facebook-like?

The crime-syndicate was marshaled by a calculating modern tycoon and streets-tyrant from Russia named Ivan who simply liked making patrols with gargoyles post-midnights that made TV-news imagery for paranoia in the post-9/11 era of incomplete-distances readings of transit-securities for the 'confidence' of everyday consumerism/media life for leviathan/uncertainty...a sort of invasion jewelry photo-synthesis. Sure, that's why the school administrators yearned for a park-clown to deliver some stranger jam city-image cheer for journals (hmmm).

IVAN: This theater-fellow is in the park as a visitor-circus clown (artist) with toy guns and spatulas?

ASSOCIATE: He's making funny comments to students in the Chicago's park about darkness and pizza!

IVAN: Sort of thing that makes evildoers (like me!) look like envious Martians (sure).

ASSOCIATE: He's also been blogging on social media that the circus is a sign of Earth's mystics.

IVAN: No matter...he's simply some kind of Buster Keaton (TV-parmesan).

ASSOCIATE: Damn.

It was the toy guns that really made Ivan angry, not my park-act or 'deed' complementary Windy-City social media posts/writes about inventions in Earthling distraction for urbanization fantasy controls of the sanity-brand (ha). However, while my Buster-image sprouted, Ivan's 'exotic' Chicago crime-syndicate seemed less a snake-like (or 'Goliath') distraction, in this Earth toylands 'consciousness' environment of wrought cleats for marketing cooking. This was something like a game, between God and the Devil (damn).

IVAN: Think you fashioned yourself as some kind of mist-messenger of the stars, eh?
ME: I'm merely in the forests of Earth as the consumer-angel of Planet Hollywood, Ivan-the-terrible.
IVAN: Ha.

Sure, the Windy-City boasted much in the form of hospitality for cleats and pizza; and sure there were annals in the languages of toast for consumer-comforts and parks/recreation Romanticism for city-traffic and consciousness. However, my park-clown theater merely offered a part-time homeopathy for that undeniable Earthling dark-magic of real fear fertilizations, yielding table-teacher starvations (wow).

I pasted flyers of a special Van Gogh hostel-superstition painting all over the parks of the Windy-City, on inviting Autumn trees, to make enhanced spice for the spreading streets-message that Ivan-the-terrible and his alien Chicago crime-syndicate would not dehydrate Earthling forms of wrought Selfie-space for citizenry/students. Who said the circus was (simply) Jabberwocky?

IVAN ('The Terrible'): That rascal's mailed me some sports trading-card (damn).

ASSOCIATE: He's his Selfie-age Pinocchio.

IVAN: Facebook-like.

I heard the rumor that Ivan started playing with a special Lego-moon station model (toy); and he began posting on social media that any resident of the Windy-City or other places in the colored-glass American Homeland may make discovery of the richness of traffic's chandeliers on Earth. He was being drawn into my circus (wow).