Bird Journal

A flying raven narrates what seems to be some Earth 'misadventure' tying a 'James Bond' type intelligence-man of treasures and a bad baron's young maiden-wife, in a tale of leviathan.

A dark adventure fable drawing on one of the iconic/stark eerie-paranoia vignettes from the multi-story unusual 'noir' American psyche-superstitions film Cat's Eye (Stephen King). Happy Thanksgiving! 

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RAVEN: "Let's relay the tale to you folks of a special 'event' in the Homeland I'd witnessed, flying above the skies of New England in the summer or '23, as your raven-bird narrator whose 'scripted' this narrative in a bird-paper note quilled by my special oracle-friend in Boston (a priest!) that I've buried in a Boston field for future archaeologists to find, for it relays a strange 'misadventure' of a special Homeland 'blood-diamond' operationalist-thief (Interpol-relation?) who sought to 'match' a bad baron for consumerism (smugglers?) highways stretching to Mardi-Gras festivity (for social media bureaucracy/commentary) but 'drawing' a deadly love-betrayal language-arts (for all)."

The damsel I've insinuated in this bird-note witness-story concerning this 'James Bond' musketeer of blood-diamond bank/storage swaps for Homeland treasures-insurance commentary (for social media bureaucracy) is a lovely (amateur tennis-fan) named Ezzy who'd encountered this 'musketeer' (Mr. Amlan Satan) who dared to challenge her bad baron sugar-mouth fatso-'husband' (Baron Ion) in a New England 'chess' match worth the photo-synthesis in drawn vanities (for materialities!).

EZZY: You're leaving some glass-animal miniatures in Ion's airport-box pre-flight, hon?
SATAN: Excellence, darling; he'll know the 'deed' is for eco-materialism insurance IQ.

EZZY: Draw him into eco-capitalism politics 'intrigue' for street-media for our escape!

SATAN: He'll be 'veiled' as eco-insurance commentary 'friendly' and we're to Belgium.

EZZY: I'll miss the States...that 'candor' of hospitality-readings for convenience(s).

SATAN: Me too; it's where I learned about materialities banks.

Well, needless to say the bad-baron was infuriated and ordered his goons to enter Mr. Amlan Satan's secret abode in Boston, an apartment which stored all his beloved lifelong-collected 'amazing' baseball-cards and had them all burned to a crisp. Amlan was devastated but was already en-route to his Brussels-sprout eatery-enterprise using his (Interpol-relation?) exchange-commission(s) earnings for blood-diamond 'chess-stalemates' of North American smugglers-highways to 'forge' a newfound Earth-life of his new age of capitalism-race vanities/troubles with darling Ezzy (his 'stolen' prize).

EZZY: What if that bad Catholic baron caught us before our flight, hon?
SATAN: He'd have decapitated you/me and 'erased' any view we'd own for the USA!

EZZY: Here we are in Brussels, Mr. Amlan Satan.

SATAN: This is the right 'prayer' for a memoir-securities for our past American life/IQ.

EZZY: I guess there's some 'leviathan' in fields of darkness, eh?

SATAN: Perhaps...for the forsaken or sportsman...for photo-synthesis (ha).

"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)