Irish-Xmas Invasion

A double-condition of complexity in the mod-UK has two world-patriots seek 'distance' to oblivion, requiring a special 'light' address of an Inferno-messenger.

An Earth-defense yarn (Xmas-time set) featuring that 'nasty' horror-avatar Creeper (Jeepers-Creepers). Thanks for reading! 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to the referenced horror-franchise of inspiration or to the UK-city of Belfast and is purely a 'personal' expression of creative folklore (for 'open' art/review). 

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AMLAN: This Belfast-Xmas bank-swap for (rumored/insured) blood-diamond is IQ.

MARCUS: Excellence for costumed theatrics in insurance-media for consumerism.

AMLAN: I get a funny air this holiday season with this (Interpol-relation?) verb(s)!

MARCUS: Me too; remember Roswell, post WWII 'stuff' in the States (text)?

AMLAN: There's a 'Martian' eye of interest for Earth-dominion controls/chess, pal.

MARCUS: A specter-presence for Irish-Xmas, invasion-IQ for social-media faces.

AMLAN: We'll have to choreograph it all as intelligence-men of Euro-currency?

MARCUS: Of course...for bureaucracy-language (art).

Amlan and Marcus, friends from Dartmouth (New England), decided this Belfast-Xmas ('rumored') blood-diamond operation for world smugglers-chess eroding forms for economics-reform catering to pluralism life in troubled UK streets, for Catholic-Protestant holiday-season relations, wondered if there was some stranger form of presence. Marcus got the 'eerie' feeling in the night-sky first, and Amlan followed-suit and concurred this uneasy angst, amidst the already challenging 'portfolio' of work they'd been doing, but what kind of an 'alien' or specter would want to complicate the Belfast-Xmas capitalist-season of those pesky 'incomplete-distances' to commerce/traffic life consciousness for social media culture photo-synthesis (or bureaucracy)?

AMLAN: I recount the days of Cali (sun) writing comics about Earth-mineral acts.

MARCUS: Modernized Allan Quartermain stuff, I liked it (lots), pal; past-life?

AMLAN: Maybe retirement is in view; but we've got this social-media image-game.

MARCUS: Did you read more about Roswell post-WWII stuff, Amlan?
AMLAN: I came across psych-studies of American midwest women (obese) fears.

MARCUS: It's natural to hallucinate specter-presences in complicated times, no?

AMLAN: Great for social media commentary/stories (sure).

Well, the two gents of the UK had little-time to waste idling too-deeply in this idle theory about a 'specter-presence' haunting troubled streets of poor Belfast and made a bank-swap with acid-guns and eco-message glass-animal figurines for a street-insurance commentary (Interpol-relation?) tie with world-currency motions for treasure-pass.

AMLAN: Chemical 'warfare' for treasure-seizures for insurance-enhancement(s).

MARCUS: Seizures of the tool/method of mod-capitalist special-teams (for all?).

CYBER_FANZINE: "This deed for Merry-Men acts of insurance-write and 'chess-stalemate' reform-thinking for Belfast-Xmas has the folks of the town labeling this intelligence-theater reminiscent of the days of Robin Hood, catering to pluralism commerce for holiday-season shoppers and (insured) diamond gossip, but are the two mystery-men (Interpol-relation?) something of a 'brand' for photo-synthesis in bureaucracy (now)?"

Amlan/Marcus encountered that demon from the dark-side of the universe, after all. Their paranoid superstitions of specter-haunting were materialized, in the form of a hat-coat wearing zombie-visage hell-man named Creeper who wielded a medieval-silver (shiny!) battle-axe and brought a message of terrorism and the Inferno to the troubled Xmas-streets of the mod-UK, requiring our two protagonist Earth-heroes to offer some 'bread' for the image of Euro-currency focus (for obvious psychology).

CREEPER: Belfast gives hospitality-reading of Invasion-mindfulness in an Xmas-IQ.

AMLAN: What the Hell are you, Creeper?

MARCUS: Bad art.

Amlan and Marcus spotted the nasty Creeper flying around in his bat-wings with semi-invisibility one cold-snowy night in Northern Ireland (UK) and wondered if their Roswell post-WWII American environment theories of psychological hysteria/superstition brought-on by that natural human urge to transcend 'troubles' now materialized into this 'first-contact' curiosity with this self-proclaimed 'Invasion' messenger. Amlan didn't believe in UFO-stuff, but the Creeper had become (quite) real to him, and he began to do some library (microfiche) research 'linking' Earth-paranoia with specter-consciousness/folklore, especially in times of social/political complexity (e.g., WWII).

CREEPER: Flares, heroes?
AMLAN/MARCUS: A light-symbol of the astral-array of explosive energy for chess!

CREEPER: You mean to uphold the 'haven' of Belfast-Xmas shimmering lights.

AMLAN/MARCUS: The defense against invasion from the Inferno is willed magic!

CREEPER: Interesting...a Western 'bank-reading' for the photo-synthesis of spirit?

AMLAN/MARCUS: We mean to offer a social media 'image' for controlled minds.

CREEPER: You fear I'm the Devil himself?

AMLAN/MARCUS: There's a 'light' for any condition of Earth-distance to life-IQ.

CREEPER: Ha, idealism (for bureaucracy-matter).

AMLAN: What shall we recount the highest-order, in that self-exile deed?
MARCUS: The Creeper vowed self-exile to the deep-ocean abyss with our stand!

AMLAN: We carried the day, and Belfast-Xmas was maintained for bridge-games.

MARCUS: It was a test, of Earth-traffic and energizer-IQ, with the Creeper as Hell.

AMLAN: Perhaps he won't return overground for reaction to our simple languages.

MARCUS: Hopefully; we've enough 'complexity' for Earth-dominion storytellers.

AMLAN: That was the Creeper's message, Marcus --- 'image' for life-direction.

"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)