Thespian - Terrorist

Narrator-woman claims she's befriended a 'stranger' on Earth who draws unusual 'street-emojis.'

A world-darkness parody inspired by Meaning of Life. 

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I met this strange-looking individual at a baseball game in North America named Amlan Satan who was in sunglasses and blue-shirt and carrying a very fancy vaudeville-doll in his lap inside the game-stadium which made me feel like I had to meet him to make some funny/fun comment or photo-IQ post on social-media.

AMLAN SATAN: This is my darling-girl, Anna, my doll-companion whom I keep with me (always)!

ME: Goodness, sweets; it's an eerie/unusual professional-looking vaudeville, doll-girl, Amlan, surely.

AMLAN SATAN: I get this 'funny-feeling' you're trying to send me a spiritual message about life's labor(s) lost, sweetheart.

We started dating and he carried his doll Anna with him to the airport we'd been in inside Europe and was using it to do his special Ventriloquist-Theater act inside for the travelers, claiming he was doing a funny 'sideshow' performance about post-9/11 era terrorism-jokes, and I had to admit it made me a tad nervous.

ME: You shouldn't do that 'thespian-terrorist' vaudeville-ventriloquist act you do on the streets...everywhere!

AMLAN SATAN: Why not, sweets; inside the palaces of the West are the 'real' arenas of fortune/play for anti-terrorism IQ.

ME: It all sounds like a 'dangerous' chess-game, Mr. Satan!

I'm a fashion-designer you see and work with many traffickers/pedestrians who come in from the rain and send me messages/ideations of capitalism-IQ in the post-9/11 era about human-world designs/aesthetics and remind me of the 'sensitivity' of commerce and consumerism vanities for securities/consciousness on Earth. When I work with my models at work, I start to think of my darling-beau's 'eerie' Thespian-Terrorist sideshow act inside stadiums/buildings and begin to wonder if it's some strange 'chess-deed' for world-orders.

ME: I got you this very rare and magical sports-baseball trade-card (Olympics!) for your b-day, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: Goodness gracious; it's as sacred I'd wager as Anna or myself (really) --- thanx, you.

ME: What's theater without romanticized treasure(s), no?

Mr. Satan disappeared from my life when a strange investigator approached us when we'd been sitting inside Boston Park one Saturday morning while he'd been doing his usual Thespian-Terrorist routine/act and was accused by the investigator (a man in a mustache!) to be a roaming 'conspirator-impostor' tied to a real terrorist-group in British Columbia called FIRA. Amlan insisted to the inquiring man with a badge that he was merely/only an artist, but the investigator said to us eerily in that park that day, "I'd wager, Mr. Satan, that vaudeville-doll of yours hides blood-diamonds and you're using that hapless 'damsel' at your side (here in this Boston park today, damn!) as a 'veiling' dummy for assumed Earth-enchantment(s)!"

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)