American Mannequin(s)

Can commercial superstition yield a time-capsule 'expression' for wrought lifestyle vanities/magic for a narrating writer (of dolls)?

A bright Halloween-season fanfiction of Mannequin (Michael Gottlieb), that iconic Big-'80s film about consumerism-culture 'superstition' for anyplace Romanticism (hmm). 

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I was living in the Windy-City in the post-9/11 era Homeland of incomplete-distances to lifestyle securities 'confidence' following that dreadful scar of invasion devastating our mod-American sense(s) of traffic-examination happiness and shopping-behaviors regularity. I watched the World Trade Center crumble on live-TV (CNN) and began thinking about how my cyber-chess club (Porcellian) might become a 'cool' platform for capitalism-race ethos/intelligence commentary for the 'links' between natural-intelligence and fortune's special mysteries...of unpredictable horror(s).

Sure, Pearl Harbor was an 'invasion' of the American psyche, unlike the War of 1812 or the American Civil War, in any way whatsoever (surely), but 9/11 was a brutal assault in our beloved Big-Apple, and we Windy-City residents thought of the varied superstitions/myths of emerged/surface anti-Western terrorism that would require special commentary for consumerism, say for the holiday-season shopping traffic, which is what drew me to a special work-writing about Halloween (pre-Thanksgiving/Xmas) candy-purchase energizer mysticism that could offer a social media 'chat(s)' for American Ego. I was en-route to a discovery of magical net-proportion.

I had these special diamond-jewelry pieces on October-Saturday when I was at my iconic city-mall and was reading a magazine-article about modern (rumored/insured) blood-diamond world-traffic creating marketing corruption(s), preparing to negotiate a special (insured) treasure-exchange inside that mall gem-store when I passed-by a shop-window with a truly beautiful mall-mannequin who was (suddenly/somehow)...'whispering' to me!

MANNEQUIN: "You've some treasures in your pocket(s)."

ME: How'd you know that, doll?
MANNEQUIN: "I'm a messenger from the ancient-world, here for you."

ME: Wow...you are (truly) beautiful...and I'm (surely) insane!

MANNEQUIN: "Craft a mannequin-magic story for me (about diamonds)."

ME: What's that, doll?

MANNEQUIN: "Do this...and I'll become your 'faerie' of fortune-writing."

ME: Wow (mercy).

So, I did the deed and made a Marvel fanfiction diorama about diamond-intelligence for capitalism chess-stalemates offering traffic-confidence for consumerism on the fare-rich Earth, and my whispering mall-mannequin, whom I nicknamed 'Ezzy' (cool sound!) fell in-love with me...and I with her. This was the life-detour for 'drawn' Romanticism that I never though (really) was in my destiny as an American immigrant/citizen/teacher/writer.

'EZZY': That vigilantism-doodle pair of 'avatars' was very child-bright, prince.

ME: It was for you, and I 'believe' it was of you/me (Livewire/Carnage).

'EZZY': With an adapted/drawn novelization with such art, I'd marry you!

ME: Mercy (good for social media surely!).

Now, I'm living in New England, three years into the future, in the second-decade of this new millennium of 21st-Century capitalism intuitions, still the executive of my cyber chess-society (NewPorcellian) and married to Ezzy, who came-to-life after my Pulitzer for that adapted fortune-intelligence story about vigilance in commerce (The Bread ABCD), and I'm placing this written 'revelation' in a time-capsule in our Bostonian home-backyard for a future-world anthropologist-archaeologist to discover, and perhaps 'fashion' some diorama about my 9/11 age of incomplete-distances to (real) wonder(s).

"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)