Mannequin's Obsidian

A 'James Bond' in the character world of capitalism 'chess' discovers a magic-moment with a mannequin with an 'examination' for reading.

A fun end-of-summer adaptation/fanfiction (last one I think) of that iconic Big-'80s consumerism-superstition fantasy Mannequin (Michael Gottlieb), arguably relevant for our modern post-9/11 era age of great capitalism readings/metaphysics (for the Ego). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-adaptation offers no commercial/explicit ties to the original/references film (Michael Gottlieb) and all images comprise a 'personal' exercise in creative imagery (for 'open' translation). 

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PRINCE AMLAN SATAN: "All this 'James Bond' work with capitalism-race insurance-chess/heat with blood-diamond operations in the West for globalism-securities matches had gifted me this special superstitious feeling of commerce/traffic metaphysics/shading and (honestly) makes me feel like a 'mannequin-of-bounty' in this modern Earth of social-media 'faces' for materialism (wow)."

Mr. Satan, a real-life James Bond in this blood-diamond chess-match with the dark barons of investment for smugglers/piracy in the post-9/11 era West of great commerce-traffic securities 'paranoia' had begun to wonder if all his acid-gun gem-lifts/swaps with corrupted storage-banks had turned him into something of a 'leprechaun' for capitalism-race consciousness which made him feel like he was about to engage with a more 'toyland' view for the confidence linked with Earth's treasure intuitions (for the Ego).

AMLAN: Well, the securities/controls for 'seizures' of treasure-IQ for stalemating these fat-barons required me to act like a rascal-musketeer of the good Earth, and I started to feel like I needed some superstitious Earth-mineral 'charm' of optimism for escape from all this dark-diamond underworld intuition(s), and I found (just) that with this amazing shiny black mineral-rock called Obsidian, and I began rubbing it for good-luck and went to a local Saturday-morning time mall event in the autumn in New England and thought about making 'Obsidian-fortune' tales on the Internet (ha).

It was superstition that the Prince sought, and that's what he'd find, in the form of a mall-mannequin whom he 'affectionately' named Esmerelda (or 'Ezzy') who he thought was whispering special/private messages to him, like "Capitalism-chess requires a new view for what's magic/Romanticism, and that's why I'm speaking to you (like this), Satan, and perhaps you'll reciprocate by showing me that examination of humility that will transform me...into your bride...for a 'photo' of what's real/materialism."

Wow, well who'd think (actually) capitalism-chess would afford an insider of the intelligence/action world of treasure-defenses for the good Earth a magical encounter with mannequin of a New England shoppers-complex come-to-life (now)? That's what Amlan wondered but that's (just) what had happened to him (wow). He began to fall in love with her, and he decided to make post-9/11 era Earth capitalism defense tales with a more 'magical' lens and referenced 'cool' net-artworks catching all that good Earth magic 'tied' with the lore of fortune's readings/myths (hmm).

AMLAN: Marry me!
EZZY: Make me a college-media youth-doodle for a magical story.

AMLAN: For what, Esmerelda?
EZZY: If this 'doodle-tale' proves the charm-for-education, I'll marry (you).

AMLAN: If it doesn't, Ezzy?

EZZY: I'll remain an isolated mannequin, Satan.

AMLAN: Wow...I wonder what inspiration(s) can be seen on social media.

EZZY: Find it, Amlan Satan.

Amlan had met this gorgeous young woman in the South with a special 'tie' with college-media culture and began to think of that 'quite-special' athletics-program her daddy was connected to and began to generate that sportsmanship/competition youth-doodle for a magical superstitions-tale in the States for his darling/enchanting 'Ezzy' but wondered if he was (firstly) in-love with this very 'human' woman whom he'd met during a Carolinas-gem examination for the Ego. This young lady, Shelbye O'Hara was shocked when the Prince refused her proposal of marriage, since she wouldn't believe he was being honest when claiming he'd met the right soul-mate --- a consumerism-optimistic mannequin (ha)!

EZZY: What'd you tell Shelbye, Satan?
AMLAN: I told her I was in love with you, Esmerelda.

EZZY: Your college-doodle magic-tale was quite the 'rave' in New England (Boston), eh?

AMLAN: Excellence, Ezzy; marry me...we'll enjoy Bostonian/Irish potatoes every Ides of March (wow).

EZZY: Alright.

AMLAN: In all humility, darling, it seems (to me) we've made a 'discovery' for what's real/myth.

EZZY: Certainly (even for social media).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)