Prince Dark

Narrative (fictional) account of a sad-accident in the Homeland (America) yielding a certain 'light' for lifestyle-breaks (for all).

A pensive 'fanfiction' of the iconic crime-regret film Dead Man Walking (Sean Penn). Hope you like (and thanks for reading!), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative 'fanfiction' offers no ties to any real-life news/story and all images used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression in language-arts (for 'open' art). 

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Let me tell your the sad tale of my darkened-mind 'evil' twin brother (Ajay) who was incarcerated for his involvement in a California beach midnight bonfire event involving flight-attendants and hallucinogens which led to the heart-attack of one of the lady-stewardesses, incidentally Ajay's lady-friend ('Ezzy') which sent my brother to prison where he'd be encouraged by the jailhouse-chaplain to use social-media art images (provided to him for a desk-study for Catholic-contemplation) to create a spiritual restorations-regret consciousness for his foolish risk-decisions in the Western world for a bureaucracy-reading (hmmm).

My name's Amlan Satan, and my estranged 'evil' twin brother (Ajay) had become something of an experimental college-life 'outlander' and took a strange twist for experiments in night-activity and created for him his own personal hellmouth sending him to his prison-redemption status-IQ, and I wanted to tell his tale for a special storybook reflecting our 'American' interest(s) in personality-driven lifestyle religion/dogma (for a bureaucracy-reading).

AJAY: I used to love comic books as a kid, brother (Captain America).

AMLAN: Let the chaplain help you 'feel' Captain America spirits again, Ajay man.

AJAY: This prison is a blessing (in disguise), Amlan pal.

AMLAN: Stay cool; this is a time for reflection and rest; get a life.

AJAY: The chaplain's sending me some Catholic-nun counselor (Sister Danica).

AMLAN: Sounds like the 'chance' to share Captain America fantasies (journal).

AJAY: Perchance (thanx!).

My poor bro Ajay had lots-time to peruse social-media imagery arts for this spirituality reading inside his jailhouse, and when Sister Danica had become his special 'angel' of consciousness, I knew this would weave a more interest-rich tale for American bureaucracy-readings, in our Homeland culture of 'random' social-media activity/commentary (for leviathan!).

SISTER DANICA: You like it here.

AJAY: Here is good as anywhere else; I loved that flight-attendant ('Ezzy').

SISTER DANICA: You experimented with some wild-brain activity on the beach!

AJAY: I didn't search for any explicit 'graphics' in stats, Sister Danica.

SISTER: Now you find some solace in time for reflection, perhaps a haven?

AJAY: With you here, I guess there's some photography-arts 'mentalism' now (ha).

SISTER: Stay cool, Ajay Satan; this is your photo-synthesis for (American) chess.

AJAY: You got it!

You can see how Sister Danica'd become my brother's special angel, and when it was discovered Ajay committed suicide in his cell, we all wanted any kind of record for the journal-write(s) of this very unusual self-awareness tale of dark-prince proportion(s), and we found the audio-recordings of his sessions with the Catholic-nun assigned to Ajay Satan by the jailhouse-chaplain, which would create a special 'light' for social-media bureaucracy-readings in 'personality' driven lifestyle-fantasy (wow).

CHAPLAIN: He was quiet and reserved and 'slick' with other inmates!

ME: I guess he just blended-in, like an outlander with in-house invisibility-skill.

CHAPLAIN: That's right; we miss his general personage, as did Sister Danica.

ME: There's always a 'light' in seasons of Hell, even in times of vertigo, ok.

CHAPLAIN: Hey, thanx (Amlan); your brother had a good friend (Facebook!).

As I enjoyed an Xmas-pie (chicken) at my new home in Echelon (Homeland-Jersey) and thought about how to spin my brother's 'misadventure' tale into a social-media 'culture' storyboard of weighty character or quality of hospitality-readings, I knew what I'd miss about Mr. Ajay Satan was his special 'spelling' of lifestyle 'drawn' consciousness (for net-interest).

AJAY: Thanx for the visit, Amlan; you like my humbled cell with bed-angel?

AMLAN: Yeah, pal, the angel-protection doll is quite the nice-touch.

AJAY: I loved that flight-attendant (stewardess), Ezzy, you know, Amlan bro.

AMLAN: Take-time to find what this creates, for opportunism, Ajay Satan.

AJAY: Why not...for a 'cool' memoir of life's random ('American') accidents.

AMLAN: Where there's accident...there's dialysis for beasts.

AJAY: Perchance (thanx).

"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)