British Royale
June 6th, 2012, 11:09 AM
Chicago- the city I believe to be lined with drug lords, drug cartells, drugies, drug suckers, drug drinkers, and fireworks. Truth be told no, absolutly no, I missed the fireworks agian for the 4th Of July of out countries 678th birthday. So as I was, on LSD heading north throught the sithing twin under the concret souring peaks. But rest assure you, and manual transmission on 4th of July in the blistering heat at night in the (winding city) was no entertainment for me, hell no.
Motorcycles with their mothers hoes riding bitch atop a 100 million mph super bike, FLYING between cars, cops dont have a chance. And because I missed out on the fireworks action, cruising through Chicago for a few hours seemed to be the right thing to do, and it was. Straight line roads bordered by businesses with loud music asleep by day, born by night. Even just as fine were the phathom of shadows crossing streets and peering from corners, the variety of people was imense. Near by the Water Tower still stood with glory, being that its the elderly. It was one of the sole survivers, and serves a reminder of the Chicago Fire. To the south was the ribboning El, to the East was a lift bridge with bronze corroded to the green of the sea it serves by, to the north is a building thats looks up to nothing other than itself, and to the west is the big engineering progect. Chicago is a fantastic city, and the only way to experience, to live, and to touch in, is something no other than an enthusiastic drive I call the Chicago Blast.
Motorcycles with their mothers hoes riding bitch atop a 100 million mph super bike, FLYING between cars, cops dont have a chance. And because I missed out on the fireworks action, cruising through Chicago for a few hours seemed to be the right thing to do, and it was. Straight line roads bordered by businesses with loud music asleep by day, born by night. Even just as fine were the phathom of shadows crossing streets and peering from corners, the variety of people was imense. Near by the Water Tower still stood with glory, being that its the elderly. It was one of the sole survivers, and serves a reminder of the Chicago Fire. To the south was the ribboning El, to the East was a lift bridge with bronze corroded to the green of the sea it serves by, to the north is a building thats looks up to nothing other than itself, and to the west is the big engineering progect. Chicago is a fantastic city, and the only way to experience, to live, and to touch in, is something no other than an enthusiastic drive I call the Chicago Blast.