Fathers/Sons: Pool of Whites

Amlan Satan recounts with his lady-friend (Ezzy) his contest-examination 'flare' with troubled/leering father (Emit) for an incomplete-distance reading in darkness.

A father-son drama inspired by the gripping family-paranoia negotiation film Flesh and Bone (Dennis Quaid), which I think you'll like, 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: For this Selfie-culture openness to work, I need you to be open for me.

EZZY (girlfriend): I just want to know your selfie-consciousness for negotiated family-IQ.

AMLAN: I explained Emit (father) had been alcoholic/estranged and reunited for a game.

EZZY: You didn't want to challenge your father in some recreational-setting for distances?

AMLAN: Incomplete-Romanticism for family-values from Hell; but I love billiards/pool.

EZZY: You won a tight-one, and he revealed he'd been a lifelong bllliards-demon.

AMLAN: Aha, you read my journal (alright).

EZZY: This is the start of Facebook-psychiatry, for Mr. Amlan Satan (my darling).

AMLAN: Alright (let's do it).

EZZY: Why (Indian) luchi-bread for thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s), Mr. Amlan Satan?
AMLAN: It's a world-exchange 'reflection' for hospitality-readings and culture-exchange.

EZZY: You are (originally) from the East (Algiers), alright.

AMLAN: Yeah, so exposure to hospitality-cuisine for consumerism is a fathers-sons color!

EZZY: For fathers-and-sons on the movie, alright.

AMLAN: The luchi-bread, soft/zesty, became my escape image of accessible worldliness.

EZZY: Alright (good bureaucracy-reading).

AMLAN: Emit was alcoholic, returned from the blue, challenged me to pool in a pub.

EZZY: Saturday Night Fever.

AMLAN: Bad bread/fruit...but I conceded (ok)...for luchi perhaps.

EZZY: You fell for me, because I'd been a pool-hall lady-hawk, alright.
AMLAN: Premonition(s) of eventual/fated/destined 'transcendence' of family-hellmouth.

EZZY: What was that outcome that's so special that Saturday in the pool-hall (with Emit)?

AMLAN: We were close throughout, he declared the game symbolic for equal-ambition!

EZZY: Close throughout (alright).

AMLAN: He had 3 great shots in the last leg of balls-left on table, but missed the last.

EZZY: You had 3 left on the table, and it was your turn (ok).

AMLAN: One was a straight, two were difficult, and I made each in quiet sequence(s).

EZZY: Wow (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: Perhaps Emit/I are witness to the Green Dragon (envy)!

EZZY: Sounds like you've a (shared) passion for contests and skill for engineering.

AMLAN: I think that's true...even for a darker faerie-tale of father-son billiards.

EZZY: He vanished after that game, ok.

AMLAN: You're a great psychologist, darling.

EZZY: Trying to be an artist for ya, Mr. Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Quite a field goal (for social media), ok.

EZZY: You like stories about fathers/sons?
AMLAN: Those with a colored-glass image for negotiations in the brain seem very fine.

EZZY: Sounds like you've always been a wandering idealist, perhaps a 'real' cowboy!

AMLAN: So is/was Emit, last time I saw him (actually).

EZZY: Bureaucracy-readings for the 'account' of competitive consciousness, Amlan?

AMLAN: Sounds right; I've developed an eye for cinema-accounts of expressions.

EZZY: Did you forgive your father?

AMLAN: Hey, I won the pool-game...that's (actually) quite the 'leviathan' bread/fruit.

EZZY: Good (Facebook-like).

EZZY: He gave you currency-notes as some 'bond' gift.

AMLAN: I like that you read my journal (alright!).

EZZY: Money is everything.

AMLAN: Said Ecclesiastes, Ezzy (thanx).

EZZY: Did you feel like a hunter...or poet?

AMLAN: Interesting question...I felt like an 'investor' for the American Dream.

EZZY: Transcendence requires a 'flare' for Earthling-depression.

AMLAN: Correct-o (Facebook-like).

Mr. Amlan Satan felt deeply comforted post-deed of exchange with girlfriend Ezzy, concerning incomplete-distance readings of fathers-sons family-values 'depression consciousness' for bureaucracy-comforts relevance. Would he become a self-made prince of transcendence, as Ezzy hoped, given his special 'pool-drama' of colored-glass triumph waged against/with troubled/leering father (Emit) who vanished post-contest? Perhaps this tale of 'darkness' concerns our Selfie-culture of personality and life 'drawn' personalized learning (for a bureaucracy-reading in white).

"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)