Wonderland-Jersey: B+

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' of a world-man whose flight from Hell requires a temperance of Romanticism with presented views for what's a 'Western' materialism humbling.

A world-fable inspired loosely by Wonderland (Val Kilmer).

DISCLAIMER: This work of culture-fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in social literature (for 'open' commentary).

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Let me tell you the story of my harrowing escape from a Homeland-Jersey (Princeton) area of darkness chess-tied with sports-media and blood-diamond insurance corruption that required me to balance a bank-box swap, airport-locker deposit timing, and flight for Brussels-sprout commerce with my darling(s) that would (hopefully) inspire a social-media Mardi Gras post/handshake for an otherwise beautiful America.

I lived comfortably in a modest townhouse and kept my ID for double-life secret while making capitalism-race superstitions-fiction tale on the cyber-highway(s) and even included some of my photo-journal works of residential life in Homeland-Jersey regions for my tales of adventure/interest. This sort of settlement in American consciousness is what cast me as the idealized 'diplomat' of capitalism-race sanities/hygiene and heroist-minded 'deeds' for residential securities and ultimately/someday retirement for home-materialism (for the Ego).

I started out as an idealist in my 'enterprise' and worked in the underworld of blood-diamond 'anarchy' and drew older/wiser in this 'schema' of chess-drawn capitalism/treasures insurance veils work(s) and then had to create a cyber-representation of my personality-consciousness for asset-metaphysics before persuading my underworld 'ghouls' I'd worked against to consider me a man (simply) seeking an escape-turn from 'complications' with an airport-locker deposit preceding my new Euro-handshake life of social-media Selfie-tales of simplified restaurant work (for investors/customers).

Of course to get there, I had to assassinate some folks, some friends, some enemies, and none of it was pretty, but I started out as an economist after college/Dartmouth and had no 'conception' that economics-IQ would take me to the 'stalemate' end(s) of human Romanticism for Western treasure-intelligence and cast my life as one of a musketeer skirting the bounds of dangers and betrayal and heartbreak and 'shining' materialism-readings of (pure) blackness.

My darling(s), daughter/wife, hoped my escape-plan would bear fruit and take me to my Euro-restaurant daydream and hopefully include them in a pre-conclusion escape-route/turn that would see them welcoming me with open-hearts for a new life of social-media friendly photography and storywriting to complement my restaurant business (wow).

I got them to Belgium (safely) and then proceeded to make the bank-box swaps (using a street-theater toy prop water-gun filled with acid and a harlequin mask/costume) for a blood-diamond street-media insurance ("prepaid") stunt for examination(s) of Interpol-relation and then darted to the airport of Homeland-Jersey area to get to my two darlings who'd be waiting for me in that distant horizon. In my way were the ghouls of diamond-barons sent to the escape-airport destination (where I'd leave my exchange-item/notes for the barons in the locker-boxes) whom I'd have to evade with the same sort of 'James Bond' underworld character world 'insight' I used to conceive of this entire 'vision' of wrought escape from heartbreak (and oppression!).

BARON: I've always considered you a 'soul' worth a culinary expression for capitalism.

ME: Excellence, Goldfinger; in deed and word(s), I've become a 'luchi-angel' of Princeton.

BARON: You started with great education/entertainment imagery, and you end with it.

ME: All I need do (now) is deliver your 'exact' items to the airport pre-flight.

BARON: Good...I suspect no 'noise' of luchi-commerce drowns your eye of money?

ME: Don't under-value the American potential for 'chess-stalemate' materialism!

BARON: Alright (good for social media).

Did this story/experience jade my heart/spirit? Not entirely, no, but my work with betrayals/darkness did force my 'left-hand' of chance and require me to come to terms that my Brussels-sprout commerce-eye 'escape' from Hell invoked in this soul an 'awakening' concerning the balances of Romanticism required in this Earth of great 'incomplete distances' to those capitalism-race toys (for symbolism!). I did succeed, and my memory is (now) one of (complete) materialism-bread (wow).