Boardwalk-REM

An American 'prince' has a dream-sleep vision of an encounter with a 'bad-seed' of Atlantic-City and may discover a 'real' alien!

An Atlantic-City fable about 'wrought' imagination concerning a natural defense of fortune-life 'direction' for the Homeland detective(s). 

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Amlan Satan, an Earth 'prince' of capitalism examination in the American Homeland, decided to take a break from all the labors of commerce-world study/defense and decided to visit the iconic Boardwalk area of Atlantic-City to find a new form of human-life wonder, one drawing stranger forms of wrought living optimism/liberty (hmm).

SATAN: There's a 'gold' area/company/building here worth its wait-for-dough.

Prince Satan decided to visit a special area of Atlantic-City and settled into his nice 'gold' room and visited the Boardwalk at sunrise and sunset and in-between played his hand at the various chance-examination which might draw a special fortune cookie in this modern Homeland of great capitalist race activity and simply forgot all about his 'James Bond academic' labors.

He greeted the special showcase of Atlantic-City company hostesses and 'dreamgirls' he'd seek a special inspiration for a modern Homeland journal-novel concerning the detectives of modern commerce-life Ego securities, as anti-Western terrorism became a sudden/new phenomena 'threatening' the quality of capitalist race enterprise (hmm)..

Then one night, in his gold-room experience by the Boardwalk (Jersey), the Eastern-Vegas, Prince Satan had a dream-sleep vision during which he was 'transformed' into a masked Atlantic-City pirate challenging a very dangerous man, a blood-diamond baron of great commerce-insurance repute-darkness, and he'd have to challenge this evil baron in a special game for 'chess-stalemate' and (hopefully/thankfully!) cast himself on social-media as a 'personality' in the modern fortune-game of wrought American democracy.

BARON: You greet me in this city-by-the-sea with a chess-stalemate fury.

SATAN: I'm here as the old-sea pirate ('Scruffy') hoping to extract a deed.

BARON: We'll see if this 'deed-quest' warrants a real cinema-IQ, prince.

SATAN: I assure you, baron, my chess-stalemate play is one of 'dogma' IQ.

BARON: Damn, Satan; you've crossed my queen/knight with rook-bishop variance(s).

SATAN: Excellence, bad-baron of the Boardwalk; me thinks this 'game' draws cinema expression (ha).

AMLAN SATAN: "Waken from this dream-achievement, I find myself interested in procuring a 'Gladiator' (Rome) chess-set and finding this real baron by the Boardwalk for a 'cool' novel cast image of gamesmanship for a 'natural-defense' of fortune-life 'deeds' (for Atlantic-City!)."

The prince of the Boardwalk achieved this strange vision of achievement after working out in his beautiful-mind the work required to create a social-media presentation of the fortune-life defense of Atlantic-City and diamond-insurance chess storytelling for his great American novel about commerce-life imagination in the great United States.

SATAN: I'll find a girl to marry, right here in Atlantic-City, and offer a special 'vision' of quiche-hospitality (and perhaps a Martian ring).

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)