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floating through the mean streets of chicago. the night sky cloaks the city in a shroud. graffiti laces the mean alleys of chicago. gangs such as the unclaimed zombies and sons of Ir'Yleth rove the feral streets of chicago. a crazy vampire hassles you with his forelock plastered to his sweaty head. he wants to sell you his vampire teeth. the brick-work buildings of the mean streets of chicago look like giant headstones in the night. walling you in, a mere disembodied head. if you could fly away you could but you can only float. the crazy vampire drifts behind to be replaced by the solitude of the mean streets of chicago. somewhere distant a wolf howls. the wolf howl through the streets of chicago brings with it memories of camping in the forest when you were younger and not a disembodied head. the mean streets of chicago are the real forest now. you hear a shout of anger and a cat yowls. loving werecats, you think. it's another day on the mean streets of chicago full of everything hell has thrown back or maybe its the matrix and your disembodied head isn't really in chicago.

but if there were time enough to know where your disembodied head was it would be lost in the yawning cascade of eternity. yes, you have been to chicago. you are still there, you always have been in chicago. and chicago will be here without you as its shadowed towers reach for the night sky. starless skies over chicago. black skies over these mean streets, where you float, a disembodied head, aching for a body, aching for the streets to be nicer. but the streets are mean and passers-by make fun of your lack of body. at least you can float, you think. float on, o bodiless head, you tell yourself. but monsters still creep the streets and the insults you hear don't stop. if i had some vampire teeth, you think, i would be okay. you turn to look for the crazy vampire but he's been swallowed by the dark streets of chicago. you grit your normal teeth and keep floating. on these the mean streets of chicago we must all grit our teeth and curse the dark workings of fate. it's tough out there without a body. even tougher, you think, without a heart, without a body to keep it in.