Boston's Materialism (Reading)

A Story by Abishai100

A New England treasure-deed 'fable' drawing on Homeland 'troubles' hypotheses about smugglers/vigilantes/dreamers/mechanics.

A New England 'street-fable' drawing (very loosely) on the sub-culture psyche themes/concepts from the Boston/Charlestown setting story The Town (Ben Affleck), which I hope you like,

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AMLAN SATAN: After learning (much) from college gurus, I find this Boston-town the right-stuff for exploration(s) in the gem-outfit veiling a blood-diamond insurance 'schema' drawing in me special eco-minerals mining 'paranoia' for politics-commentary by mod New England consumers/citizenry (for 'insured' bread).

Thus the wheels turned and Mr. Satan, Boston-town man and telemarketer/writer, decided to enter the gem-store in New England street-lore (rumored) 'chess-tied' with blood-diamond smugglers-highway(s) for insurance veils and claimed he had replacement treasures, delivered by the Ion-company rival who wished to create a media-theater insurance message, wielding a street-theater water-gun filled with acid.

MERCHANT: Is this a joke, since I'm failing in understanding, fellow (here).

SATAN: You simply make media-statement about gem-insurance hype.

MERCHANT: These are insured Ion-company treasures you wish to trade?

SATAN: For the rival of the company, who sent me; you tell them of Interpol.

MERCHANT: Interpol-relation message about rumored blood-diamond veiling?

SATAN: You said it; Ion-company profits from (ensured) eco-mining gossip-IQ.

MERCHANT: A 'vigilante' like street-theater media-message 'game' for Ion-docs.

SATAN: You've no liability (here); good for Coronavirus photo-graphics.

MERCHANT: Alright (good for social media).

The deed was achieved, and Mr. Satan had found this micro-miracle with pseudo-vigilantism visage and (purely) stunned the gem-merchant in Boston-town with his 'wage' for theater/insurance and drew (Interpol-relation?) eye(s) on blood-diamond assurances for examination stemming from Sierra Leone (wow). Was this something that plagued Amlan's mind since his college-readings of Edward Abbey and eco-paranoia about 'bad' capitalism-chess stalemates? He got himself a Boston-cheers 'trophy' (Boggs-card) to remind himself of the splendors of New England materialism (for the brains).

ESMERELDA (Girlfriend): That was you?
SATAN: Why'd you think that (guess), Ezzy?
EZZY: Seems like something you'd try (or someone).

SATAN: I love Boston-town.

EZZY: The 'street-culture' for colored storyboards (ok).

SATAN: You've grounded my sense(s) of 'incomplete' materialism, Ezzy.

EZZY: I love being a policewoman of New England (really).

SATAN: If that Robin-Hood 'deed' was wrought by me, you'd not suffer IQ.

EZZY: Ha, that's what makes Boston-park photo-graphic; confession(s).

SATAN: Maybe we should fly-away to Belgium (together).

EZZY: I'd miss the town (and you).

Esmerelda, a Boston cop, was dating Amlan Satan when he performed this daring 'vigilante' theater and created rounded street-chat(s) about treasure-insurance/circulations and even created media-interest for the producers of modern blood-diamond storyboards (e.g., Leo DiCaprio). Was this Boston's materialism --- one of social media readings (for mechanics)?

ESMERELDA: Where'd you get these?
SATAN: You think I'm a werewolf (or someone), Ezzy?
EZZY: Just didn't think you'd be a Wall-St. profiteer with treasure(s).

SATAN: Perhaps I made a 'splash' with Ford (hmm).

EZZY: I accept this V-day gift, from my town-prince.

SATAN: Don't you feel 'cleaner' with diamond-matter?

EZZY: Thanx to that Robin-Hood fellow's deed (I guess).

SATAN: This town's (all) materialism bread (for our image).

JOURNAL: To marry a policewoman, move to Brussels, and think of a future-son for whom a sports-themed chess-board would offer a competition-education for capitalism-reading temperance in this Earth-race of 'distance' to watches (for journals).

EZZY: How'd I look (here)?
SATAN: Wow, a romantic cop-costume just for your Boston-prince, Ezzy.

EZZY: I guess I've become your 'slave' of transcendence, even if you're a thief.

SATAN: Boston-town has given me a 'Halloween' image (for distances).

EZZY: All good things come to those who work (for comics).

Amlan/Ezzy moved to Brussels and had a fine (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-brunch plate to reflect on what 'The Town' (Boston) had gifted them for capitalism-race 'chess' memory and never shared the secret Amlan kept hidden, and Satan knew this was a hospitality 'trophy' for his work with treasure-vigilantism matter.

EZZY: I wonder (now) what that Robin-Hood fellow in the town looked like.

SATAN: I read he had a Coronavirus-mask and sunglasses/hat (invisible!).

EZZY: I'll fantasize it was you, and not a werewolf.

SATAN: Ha (good for social media humors).

Despite Satan's secret(s) of Boston-town, he remained (now) a happily-married Belgian man of colors/writing and dreamt of winning the Pulitzer for a 'searing' portrait of blood-diamond mining/marketing fear(s) in the post-9/11 era Earth of 'incomplete-distances' to capitalism-race bread commentary (good for social media).