Red-Stars: Celebrity Danish

Narrated 'claim' of an antisocial American whose 'vanity-angst' with Oscar-night casts a 'dark misadventure' concerning a hostage...and a Danish.

A parody about modern American crime-paranoia, narrated by a real eccentric/miscreant whose dark deed with Oscars gold casts a special/superstition 'omen' concerning fortune-life 'detour' for the Homeland. Enjoy! 

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I had a strange vision to stalk a special celebrity nominated for an Oscar this year, and I was resolved to turn this adventure in darkness into a cool social-media cast noir 'faerie-tale' reflecting all the vanity of the Western-American 'dominion' of dream-casting in cinema/fashion (wow).

Well, as you know, the post-9/11 era in the American Homeland casts a special shadow and light for the intrigue surrounding institutional securities for terrorism concerns, and I'm an Algerian-American US-citizen and self-made homegrown psycho and certainly not against anything American, which is why I chose a very 'American' actress at the Oscars to 'relentlessly' pursue, and perhaps I'd be able to cast the misadventure in an inspired portrait of the enduring New York skyline fantasy (ha).

I was inspired by the works of Ralph Ellison and Edward Abbey as I prepared for this Oscar-season stalking exercise of this iconic American/Hollywood actress nominated for an Oscar for her performance as a supporting character in a movie about the World Trade Center, which had drawn much commentary from random 'concerned' Americans (like me!) on our beloved social-media.

I happen to be a huge fan of Richie Rich comics and why/how they capture a social-media interest in fortune-life in the American Homeland and how capitalist race activity has become a sort of 'art' in the intelligence of culture-stabilization, despite these modern 'dark-tales' of random violence/malice (hmm).

Now, folks, this iconic American actress I'm stalking, an Oscar-nominated modern-era 'celebrity' whose work in the World Trade Center film drew special fascination from audiences about the signatures of modern street-aesthetics/lore surrounding New Yorker fears/concerns, and I wanted to compare her in a cyber-collage with other models/women/figures of great American street-design fashion/couture. I'd make her an even 'bigger' celebrity.

First, I mailed the actress I was preparing to stalk a cool vintage Trans-Am model-car toy in a cool black company-packaging box, promising her in a mystery-note with anonymous-signature, "This shall become a road-warrior vision of street-speed headways into your 'new' life of dark celebrity memoirs, Hollywood darling-lady."

So, I prepared to head to the Oscars, and I disguised myself as one of the catering-company employees and strolled around in a white-tuxedo and tie and wearing white-gloves, searching for the iconic actress I was stalking and preparing for a post-event social-media 'Selfie' post concerning my misadventure 'dark' thoughts regarding my angst in the Homeland...an alternative to tiring foreign terrorism personality posts/stories (now).

Who doesn't covet one of those golden statues of loveliness, those incredible Oscar gold statues of legend? I grew up watching the Oscars-night TV festivities with my family at home in the United States after moving to New England from Algiers, and to this day, I consider this trophy a 'hallmark' for all that's simply...distance(s).

US_POST: "All we remember is the smoke-fire of 'pure' Hell, as terrorism clouded the New Yorker 'television' of otherwise immaculate haven of commerce life for Americans."

I grabbed the actress and threw her in my Trans-Am after kidnapping her with my toy water-gun filled with acid made in the Oscar-building restroom and drove her fast as Hellfire to a City of Angels donut-store/shop where I got her a zesty Boston Cream Pie and offered her one of my 'organic' hemp-paper-cigarettes. I knew (now) my post-misadventure 'Selfie' post on social-media would be all about democracy humor(s) to share with other (like-minded) Patriots.

ACTRESS/HOSTAGE: Now, you've got cheese-Danishes (for share), Mr. Satan?
ME: I was born in Denmark and moved to Algeria before America; love cheese!

ACTRESS/HOSTAGE: How long am In your company and what's my media-statement, Satan?
ME: Enjoy the Danish-exercise; I'll return you to civilization (safely).

ACTRESS/HOSTAGE: What's my social-media comment/post (for you)?

ME: Since I've already 'achieved' this deed, your statement's only, "Eat, pray, love." 

ACTRESS/HOSTAGE: Alright.

After I returned the actress from Hollywood home and fled to the Alps for a Euro-storage, I decided this social-media 'friendly' deed for Oscar-night humor(s) made me something of a 'micro-celebrity' and ironically created much 'stir' (for the actress I kidnapped) for the World Trade Center film I defined (earlier). Time to vanish...as a 'demo' sorcerer!

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)