Angeles/Brandy

A Story by Abishai100

A diamond-thief finds unexpected LA-romance with a charmed teller who may offer an 'examination' for the material-psyche.

An 'adaptation-vignette' of Killing Zoe (Roger Avary). Hope you like,

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MR. SATAN: I've been an Angeles-dentist and this gem-heist will capitulate my journal-interest/notes concerning capitalism-race 'vigilantism' for a social-media 'faerie-tale' concerning 'incomplete distances' to Western investors/consumers (for the Ego).

Wow, what a tale this is for you readers (today). Mr. Satan (or rather Dr. Satan), a mysterious/reclusive dentist in LA with a fascination with Fanon and Edward Abbey conceived of this stranger gem-heist vigilante 'deed' for journal-writes and insurance veils 'commentary' for confidence in this mod-age of treasure/consumerism oriented Earth-chess/imaging. This would be quite the graphic act, and it would require masks, a water-rifle filled with hot-acid, and a painted/mock police-truck. However, there was also some (unanticipated) romance in the air for Cali-critics (for social media posts-with-photos).

MR. SATAN: This is the ideal vehicle, and they'll call me the day-ranger in Angeles-fanzine/lore, and as I (maybe) can keep my visage 'secret' during this acid-theater, which will only require me to disorient one of the guardsmen and one of the executives with minor foot-shots/burns for quick anesthesia (with my handy-dandy med-kit I'm bringing along!), and hence cast me as a 'roaming' GI-Joe man of federalism's (insured) matter.

BRANDY: "I've worked as an 'insider' (Angeles-banking) for some-time, and I've made some 'flower-lady' commentary (social media) concerning blood-diamond rumors/insurance, but I didn't know (anticipate) this 'stranger' fellow who wished to (suddenly) whisk me away to some kind of Utopian hellmouth...for a 'philosophy' for incomplete 'world' aesthetic (wow)."

Mr. Satan achieved the deed. He carried-off his 'hostage' (really his temp 'sidekick'), the lovely flower-girl of Angeles-banking (Brandy) and zoomed to the metro where they'd make some exchange (Interpol-relation) for gems/insurance writes/bond and then to a 'Brussels-Sprout Examination' for their newfound/shared love of social-media and Belgian (Kim Klijsters) pro-tennis spirits photo-workshops (for hand-fiction!).

BRANDY: Maybe we could invest in football, and not tennis!

MR. SATAN: Darling, in Euro-media, it's called football (not soccer!).

BRANDY: I want to share this (all) with my cyber penpal (Tandy).

MR. SATAN: A Tandy for Brandy...in this 'examination' concerning nets.

Brandy showed Mr. Satan the 'real' Europe, with her Earthly-charms of conversationalism confidence, which was new to the dentist-turned-vigilante of that 'old' Angeles 'deed' for superstitious magic/insurance. However, perhaps she'd learn that she was 'immune' from Hell because of her special 'intuition' concerning hospitality's date. It's not so easy (then) to simply be killing Brandy (ha).