The-Dilute-Society

A Story by Abishai100

An inventive tale of Homeland/capitalism 'vigilance' and laughter, featuring an iconic/eccentric 'pirate' of Western (American!) book-marks.

A 'classic' fable of modern times, inspired (loosely!) by Patch Adams (Robin Williams).

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Let's review the stranger tale of Amlan Satan who believed he was a pirate in a past-life and drawing inspiration for personal guidance/wisdom for his special 'blood-diamond' eco-campaign (to address matters concerning insurance-veils for treasure-motions and minerals/stone mining in his time of global-warming woe) from the mythology of the Arthurian (Camelot) mystic-oracle femme-avatar known as the Lady of the Lake. Mr. Amlan Satan considered this a fine hand-write for capitalism-race 'chess-stalemates' drawing interest from modern social media citizenry/consumers invested in the ideations of drawing commerce as a 'bridge' medicine for terrorism.

SATAN: Aye, the watery-Lady draws me near, to blood-diamond banks far-and-clear, for Facebook-gear!

He'd become quite the blood-diamond thief/operationalist in his dual-ID role as a capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' vigilante and drew insurance eyes (Interpol-relation?) and meanwhile cast 'fantastic' tales of how the mystic-oracle guide of his inspiration, the (fabled!) Lady of the Lake, reminded him why Earth's treasure-hearts were turning to create the 'art(s)' image of a modern Western/American 'consciousness' (for immortal-bread!).

Well, one summer's eve entertainment 'event' that found our flying-pirate man (Amlan Satan) relaxed and costumed as a summer-pirate even (for kids!) encountering a horrid demonic terrorist who'd read his social-media posts and cyber-superstitions tales of eco-treasure vigilantism/laurels and decided he'd be marked as an idealist depressing our 'modern-world' senses of pragmatic/realistic darkness. This terrorist from Hell, a man (incidentally) who called himself Mr. Hook, revealed a water-gun filled with hot HCL at Penn's Landing (during that summer event in the East-Coast).

HOOK: I read of your work with a flyer with toy guns filled with acid for gems!
SATAN: You dare threaten my work with capitalism's readings at Penn's Landing, stranger?
HOOK: The magic of life on Earth concerns the image of darkness and dread, not Utopian-fancy!
SATAN: Therefore you mean to deflate my wings-of-bread at Penn's Landing no-less, stranger?
HOOK: You strike me as a pathetic optimist of the old-world variety, pirate-of-destruction!
SATAN: Are you seeing the value(s) of Penn's Landing in proportion(s) to 'shapes' of math, stranger?
HOOK: You dare consider me a wild-fanatic and folk-hater of Penn's Landing arena-climate, pirate?
SATAN: Nah...just curious about your 'shape' of bound-identification(s).
HOOK: Where you find this larger inspiration, pirate-man?
SATAN: From the Lady of the Lake (certainly); an advocate (surely) of Penn's Landing mythology.
HOOK: Damn.
SATAN: Farewell, terrorist.

HOOK: Don't write about me (on social media).

Who'd think our pirate-man (Satan) was housed in a special Western institution of hospitality-capitalism (a hotel!) where he found 'cool' inspiration from the Lady of the Lake (Camelot) and considered this high-adventure of blood-diamond eco-hyperbole a superstition 'defense' for concerns of Earth 'destabilizing' traffic/storytelling (e.g., 9/11)?

GIRLFRIEND: You believe the Lady of the Lake is your (personal) guide?

SATAN: Why not...didn't she counsel the troubled knight-swordsman Lancelot (of Camelot)?

GIRLFRIEND: That was a strange-tale, man; but I don't get this 'art' of transit-fantasy.

SATAN: Thief of Bagdad is that 'immortal' classic about discovery for lifestyle-bread!

GIRLFRIEND: That's cute...like the Prince and the Pauper (philosophy).

SATAN: Exactly, doll; the 'image' of Earth-labels (for the Ego).

When Satan was found by his girlfriend (at his hotel!) playing with glass-animals, she thought (now) he really was (arguably) insane! What was the 'tie' between blood-diamonds and glass-animals, she wondered (now) seriously? What could the humbled pirate-man (Amlan Satan) tell her but that he'd found his own 'consciousness' for the imagery of treasure's (special) lead?

Well, one year later we find Satan and his girlfriend at a Penn-State football game, featuring a 'micro-rivalry' showcase with the Fighting Irish (Notre Dame) and wondering if his continuing 'Crusade' to bring the message/image of treasure/capitalism bonds (for Americans) had dealt a special Western social media 'hand' for the quality of materialism (hmm).

LADY OF THE LAKE: I whisper to you in your dream-sleep, good pirate.

SATAN: I'd been preparing (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) for you, Lady!

LADY: A world-exchange 'symbolic' dish of soft/zesty richness, no doubt.

SATAN: What's this dream-premonition for an American zealot, Lady?

LADY: Be wary of comfort's adventurism, for the dark-men of challenge seek blood-readings.

SATAN: For a 'bread' mystery?

LADY: From Hades.

The anathema of terrorism looms and pirate-commerce destabilizes our Earth 'bridge' conception(s) of purified capitalism 'chess' for all, and when Satan got older/married, he decided to keep an angel-doll 'memoir' of that dream-sleep premonition-message (of this old-inspiration, the fabled Lady of the Lake) to simply reinforce in his now-retired life-work with social-media writings about the 'hospitality' behind capitalism's (required) laughter (wow).