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A Homeland prince (Mr. Amlan Satan) works with blood-diamonds while coaching a NY junior-hockey team, en-route to (real) language-arts.

An inventive Homeland story, drawn from varied media of inspirations. Hope you like it, 

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AMLAN (Satan): This is my time to shine; a Selfie-culture valued fable.

GIRLFRIEND (Ezzy): I've been happy as a Manhattan-waitress; but you're silver.

AMLAN: Please don't worry, Ezzy; this is gonna be a video-game post-view IQ.

EZZY: Those blood-diamonds are Ion-company managed/insured.

AMLAN: That's why my social media street-chatter 'deed' is Selfie-bound IQ.

EZZY: Stranger Earth.

NY-CYBER: "Amlan Satan is one of the most pop-fave cyber-club ice-hockey game/tourney coordinators (and competitor!), and this new Islanders-Rangers exhibition marks him (arguably) as a new age New York 'underground' John Madden type character (for bureaucracy)."

EZZY (Girlfriend): Seems your coach-status makes you a traffic-diplomat (IQ).

SATAN (Amlan): This is a great Selfie-deed for blood-diamond hellmouth(s).

EZZY: Do you prefer 'pseudo-vigilante' flare over ice-hockey stuff for youth?

SATAN: I checked out Ion-story; nothing Facebook-ad/hype bound, Ezzy.

EZZY: Bureaucracy (thanx).

Of course, the little-prince of this Homeland (NY) tale wasn't always into eco-capitalism language-arts or icy-cool coaching mentalism (sports/video-games) and 'grew' into such love after moving to the States from Algiers with his Asian (Indian) folks and learned to embrace the high-quality of American life/culture...incomplete-distances to education and bureaucracy-diary...for photo-graphics in 'street' depression (wow).

His cyber-hockey 'club' was quite the rave, and eventually mask/veil for his bank-heist/swap of (rumored/insurance) conflict-zone gems (Ion-company) for what became a New York (Islanders or Rangers) faerie-tale of incomplete-distances to lifestyle 'drawn' capitalism-race chess super vision (for the flare of American Homeland readings).

MANAGER: This guy was in a Halloween costume and claimed to be a cop.

INTERVIEW: He wanted insurance-media theater photos of Ion-boxes.

MANAGER: His prop water-gun for photo was loaded with HCL, friend.

INTERVIEW: Think this is some (Interpol-relation) insider insider language/IQ?

MANAGER: We'd prefer our NY (Manhattan) institution(s) to remain blind.

INTERVIEW: Good for a (special) 'bureau' listing, thanx!

EZZY: Pasta or chowder, Amlan Satan?
AMLAN: Didn't I explain I'd get us to the diner-tables of bureaucracy, Ezzy?

EZZY: I know someone (Facebook) who's tied with Ion-company insurance.

AMLAN: Cool...sounds like a restaurant-chat(s) for what's NY-magazine.

EZZY: It is, Amlan Satan...and I can't wait for our Belgian-waffle outing!

AMLAN: Good (bureaucracy).

This story has a happy-ending, and perhaps that's because this little-prince trained in junior ice-hockey 'arenas' that crafted in him a special patriot-swiftness for NY-magic, and that's why this Selfie-culture 'sportsmanship' tale drew a silhouette of the ghost-magic bread of escape from New York (for a photo-synthesis worth its weight in silver-data/banks).

"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)