Clove-Field(s)

Narrated 'view' of dangerous-life and the ethics/worry that comes with it, complemented by the doughnuts of Satan himself.

A tale of 'inventions' in the mind for life-drawn spiritualism or ethics, inspired (very loosely) by Thief (Michael Mann). 

----

====

Let me tell you my tale of incomplete-distances readings to eco-capitalism vigilantism and underground/veiled 'guerrilla-warfare' which involved my darling-lady (Ezzy) and took us to heights with our theater-prop toy water-rifled (filled with HCL) for armored-trucks and bank-boxes holding (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamonds' mined from Africa for rogue-finance and warlord/terrorist controls in the 21st-Century Earth. Well, this adventure of roadways 'darkness' was complicated by Satan's devil-legion of adversarial argument-builders who sought to craft a special language-arts Rationalism for our work, and it drove Ezzy and I nearly mad. It became a Selfie-culture tale of life 'drawn' metaphysics worth the simplified telling, which is what this narrative concerns.

EZZY: Trucks, boxes, diamonds, insurance (Interpol-relation?), all for eco-capitalism IQ!

ME: Surely, we're the Melvin Purvis 'rendition' of Bonnie/Clyde, my darling Ezzy.

EZZY: Is this the sort of new millennium view for incomplete-distances you'd in mind, sir?

ME: Nah...I was thinkin' more along the lines of incomplete bureaucracy-leaf chess.

EZZY: What?
ME: I was toiling the words of metaphysics for mysticism-schoolteaching (actually).

EZZY: Cool (photo-synthesis).

Ezzy and I liked smoking and chewing on cloves, during our roadways adventure in the American Homeland of incomplete-distances readings for confidence/treasure securities concerning capitalism-race 'chess-stalemates' for bureaucracy (sure). Well, one fine Saturday AM, while enjoying a clove in the field by a certain tree, we'd been approached by Lucifer (the Devil) and his deformed legion of adversarial argument-crafters from the Inferno. We thought we were dreaming or being mocked, but we both saw the vision (together) and knew it was a spirit-test designed (just for us, Adam and Eve).

SATAN: Like luchi?
ME: A clove ain't nothing like luchi (bread)!
SATAN: Are you a capitalist, sir?
ME: Ezzy and I are adventure-minded heroes, Devil (ha).
SATAN: Are you concerned about bureaucracy-readings for vanity?
ME: Eco-capitalism is a vanity-meditation (surely), Devil.
SATAN: Do you not worry about 'copycat' Romanticism (news)?
ME: We try to keep our work veiled/invisible, Devil.
SATAN: What would happen if two wayward youths mimicked your 'adventure' now?
ME: We'd be horrified, Devil.
SATAN: May I offer a securities-recommendation?
ME: Okay...
SATAN: Consider the wisdom of cyber-marketing your love of luchi (for pluralism).
ME: Why not?

Ezzy an I made it out okay, and we retired to Brussels for a bistro-venture, and all was well. However, my lady-darling insisted I spin our life-tale into a time-capsule telling, which is what this narrative concerns, and perhaps two wayward youths will make for 'discovery' and offer a future-Earth some special Halloween/Mardi-Gras wisdom or clove-morsel about incomplete-distances to readings concerning a life of darkness/danger, and the value(s) of wrought temperance created by those living through the colored worries of (actual) capitalism-race (albeit theatrical!) dowries.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

====

"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)