Hello Noon

Narrated 'claim' of a pseudo-psychotic self-proclaimed 'vigilante' whose art/treasure 'deed' makes for a Euro-currency 'mark' for all that's (simply) leviathan.

An adaptation of Purple Noon (Alain Delon). Happy Thanksgiving, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of film fanfiction/adaptation offers no ties to the referenced film/company and is a purely 'personal' expression (for 'open' comparison). 

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Let me recount to you my special Euro-examination of vigilantism-proportion (IMO) marking me as a self-made man of fortune-readings, chess-tying a Euro-couple's art-investment in a video-game warrior-princess with their double-life investment in Earth-minerals mining insurance/corruptions for a Selfie-culture 'vanity' chat concerning incomplete-distances to bureaucracy's 'dark' Ego (hmm).

Well, we know Europe has much to offer, and it's my ancestor-world, since I'm a US-citizen, enjoying the fruits of American education-access culture/intrigue, inspired by works of Edward Abbey and Howard Zinn and Edith Wharton. We know Euro-currency affords mod-investors windows into athletics and treasure(s) and arts, and we also know the mod-Euro examination for a globe-implosive architecture for liberal 'arts' in ornaments and lifestyle gives us a fancy-view for Earth's hospitality-readings, but my vigilante 'deed' concerned bad-gems and yuppies and dark-arts of an art-swap (for a 'bureaucracy' synthetic).

TEDDY: Good to have you here with us here in Monaco, friend.

MARGE: You're an excellent pianist, bud.

ME: I just want private-studio time in your museum where you're boasting that art!

TEDDY: You'd make a 'blessed' pencil-sketch replica of our cyber-woman, rascal.

MARGE: You might even showcase more of those culinary skills, stranger.

ME: Surely; in deed, I'm making for discovery in Monaco-treasure and art networking.

Well, I achieved the deed, made a bank-and-store treasure swap, took my (Interpol-relation?) commission 'reward' for journal-write(s), and left a note for the replica (well-made) I used to replace the original in the museum owned by the 'lovely' Teddy/Marge, all in-time for an appraisal of the quality of my own angst-history with psychiatrists and motives for disposing of Teddy, a bloody-gem corruption-world 'yuppie' and even managed to spy on the Inspector interrogating the surviving poor Marge (hmm). This is capitalism --- at its worst (alien).

INSPECTOR: This chicken-pie is absolutely perfect, poor Marge.

MARGE: You must discover the whereabouts of Teddy, my darling.

INSPECTOR: Can't you see I'm simply working 'tediously' for you, lovely Marge?

MARGE: I suspect that rascal mystery-man who lived with us is responsible!

INSPECTOR: I thought he was simply an artist-in-residence for that cyber-replica work.

MARGE: No, no, no, I'm confident (now) that mystery-man was a psychotic with art(s).

INSPECTOR: We'll do our (very) best for you, poor Marge (and for hospitality/food).

MARGE: Cool (thanx).

Incidentally, that art-sketch that I 'used' for my vigilante-deed, now wed with blood-diamond journal write(s), a 'cool' Mortal Kombat (Kitana company) charcoal-rendering, of which I'd made my own (crude!) pencil-replica, not using that one for the swap in the museum after-hours while getting the escorting/lone guardsman (Leo) very very drunk, had become my special Tombstone-Jersey examination statement for what's become a capitalism 'chess-stalemate' ethos concerning those pesky 'incomplete-distances' between vanities...and bureaucracy's weak-fiction (perhaps for the soul).

"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)