Prince of Lunch-Box

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated account of a 'prince' of Earth whose 'deed' of capitalism-insurance 'confidence' enriches a tale (adapted from a classic story!).

A 'style-wrought' adaptation of the classic crime-psyche adult thriller/drama Purple Noon (Alain Delon), which was adapted into a 'cool' remake starring Matt Damon.

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in creative expression (for 'open' imaging).

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Let me tell you my (own) tale of ambition and hand-writing, stretching from my days at Dartmouth to my examination of culture in Belgium during which I discovered a diamond-baron's underworld 'showcase' of a video-game market art-sketch valued for street-media and requiring a special 'prince' hand for capitalism-race Ego readings.

My name's Satan (first-name: Amlan), and I was born in Algeria and moved to Boston to study and then traveled to Belgium (post-grad) and became an 'avid-fan' of the art-game and discovered a baron's hand-investment in a Mortal Kombat media-image art-sketch which drew a special 'eye' in the modern-exhibit areas of the Brussels museum and drew my (own) interest in the education and high-hand of insurance-veils infiltrations, if for that 'Adam-Smith' capitalism-ambition sensibility regarding the creativity behind wrought treasure/art wordings (for the Ego).

I'd considered myself a 'prince of lunch-box' humor(s) and introduced myself to Baron Ion of the diamond-matrix, proud owner of that 'rich' street-media glorified/feathered Mortal Kombat (Kitana) sketch-artwork worth more in 'conversation' than in money but worth 'high' in the underground for which I'd seek a special Robin-Hood deed for 'seizure' and defiance of a conflict-zone gem-mining 'empire' settled into Brussels and creating an intercontinental 'sully' of hospitality in the post-9/11 era, destroying my educated 'fantasy' of lunch-box linked capitalist weakness (for the Ego).

GOLDFINGER: This is my girlfriend, Marge.

MARGE: Nice to meet you...artist/student/grad, right (Mr. Satan)?
ME: Yes, Marge, yes; you've 'deduced' my special 'eye' for magic/arts...and beauty.

GOLDFINGER: You're to rendez-vous with my 'associate' Baron Ion (for his art-sketch)?
ME: Yes, Goldfinger; I'm to make a replica for street-insurance gossip (ha).

MARGE: Perhaps I might join you on your late-night replica-mission.

ME: Inside the Brussels museum, Marge; yes...perhaps for social-media photos (wow).

I 'stole' Marge from that fatso Goldfinger after I persuaded her to join me as she suggested/offered for that museum-insider replica-work during which I got her (very) drunk with the guardsman, and after they were both unconscious, because of a sedative-enhanced glass of absinthe, I swapped the original Kitana-sketch, owned by the proud (and quite evil!) Baron Ion, with my (own) 'carbon-premade' replica work, I carried-off Marge to Zurich for a social-media commentary/tale of Robin-Hood 'deeds' affording media-world investment/insurance readings (for the Ego). This became my special 'talented' achievement...and Marge/I found ourselves in a 'world'-financed Swiss-abode (drinking less absinthe).

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange and rogue finance readings!

That's my story (really). Marge became my dove of Robin-Hood action, wrought from a life's education from immigration to capitalism-training/insight and 'examinations' and finally post-grad Belgian forays into gem-insurance journal-writes for 'insured' arts in social-media circle readings (for the soul). Was I a prince of the lunch-box (after all)? Perhaps I became just that, and Marge was my Ophelia or Haydee or something like that (from classic-lit about life's hand in 'pure' vanities). The (Interpol-relation?) detective(s) never tracked Ion's art-work or insurance veils writes tied with gem-market integrity and drew out commentary and inquiries from him, while Marge had become my newfound social-media 'photo-image' in this culture age of handshakes in life's white-traffic (for the soul).

MARGE: Why this 'Duke' bedroom-decor for our son (Damian), my prince?
ME: This is a 'souvenir' for a world-deed worked for the Ego's 'rich' brain/spirit.

MARGE: What if he doesn't like college-athletics culture/media from Euro-life?

ME: Damian is beautiful...he'll 'adore' this view of what's work (ha).

This was my exercise in applications in education and ambition and pure wit(s), and it became my inspiration to adapt the real-adventure and 'deed' in Belgian street-workshops for a 'cool-hand' comic-image worthy of a new-gen expo of what makes the life of a ninja-investor-thief-scholar of art-work insurance 'game' and 'magic' a 'thing' of 'pure' watches (for the Ego).

MARGE: What's this Sabatini youth-fanzine tennis 'prize' image treasure (for me)?

ME: Yes, Marge (darling); a 'memoir' of 20th-Century 'hand' in sportsmanship's class.

MARGE: What's all this 'education' and veil for sport-and-treasure, Amlan?
ME: This is a game for readers and evasion-artists of the 'diamond' Earth, Marge (really).

MARGE: I wonder if it's 'true' miracle that you've acquired all this sand-word.

ME: All for relish (wow).