Son of a whore! Managed to misclick and hit the back button instead of the tab I'd been aiming for, goodbye nearly finished blog post. Just going to say it all got redacted.
Words don't mean nothing no ways no more. Bomb this, board that, bully the lot. Alliteration counts for something, right? Does the ICJ give extra credit for bombastic buffoonery?
What's that got to do with photos of Chicago? That's where the tribute comes in, see, the explanation flew off to be with the Netscape gods and left me to improvise. Not that the explanation explained much, but it made more sense.
Now where was I? Oh yeah, Chicago. Bascule bridges and people hither, thither and yon. One of those places where population density ceases to be an abstract concept.
This whole country is hanging out at Division Street. Well, not everyone, been keeping to the Pyramid of Health over on Antisocial Street myself.
It's no Hotel California but it'll do.
Postindustrial hometown blues got you sailing away? Mind the drones now, and don't forget to write!