Christine (Adaptations)

Can a car turn a human into an auto focus doctor-of-weakness?

A retelling of the film-adapted rendition of the eerie auto-tale of Christine (Stephen King), which makes for nifty speed-and-darkness storyboards of our capitalism-racer culture of those incomplete-distances readings for fate...for bureaucracy. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of 'fanfiction' offers no ties to the works of Stephen King and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression of creative-art (for 'open' interpretations). 

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Amlan Satan got himself a red-hot vintage 1990s red Maxima, which he realized he'd use to get-around the roadway(s) of his Windy-City area/suburbs until the car started taking-over his figurative consciousness, driving him to think that he'd become a demon-driver 'knight' of the fire and smoke of Earth-transit for the darkness of Selfie-commentary, perhaps reflective of capitalism's dark-side of vanity itself (hmmm). What was his car, which he named Christine, turning him into for social media criticism (wow)?

SATAN (Amlan): I can't explain it, but this car's given me some kind of dark-beard, love.

GIRLFRIEND (Ezzy): It's turned you into something of an overtly-outgoing 'dude' man!

SATAN: We're becoming the ideal Romanticism-duet for Christine's legend, Ezzy.

GIRLFRIEND: That's fine, Amlan Satan...but I get this funny-feel it's turning you bad!

SATAN: Won't you relax...inside Christine...for it's bureaucracy-art (damn).

GIRLFRIEND: Oh, geez (photo-fiction!).

Satan had turned into a prince-dark of the Windy-City area roadway(s) and was linked in social media comments by folks/citizens to bloody-murders/accidents in North American lore, all within the same year he got Christine (wow). Was Christine driving him, or was he blending into the evil of Christine's haunted auto-body shine? That's what Ezzy wondered, and though he 'won' her with Christine, she was now fearing to become one of Christine's (eternal) 'deed' victims of Hell.

EZZY: This is not Facebook like.

MOTHER (Nina): I gift you this art, sonny-gem.

SATAN (Amlan): A cemetery image for a hologram of omen for Christine, no?

MOTHER: Won't you take my love seriously, Amlan Satan?

SATAN: Christine doesn't own me...we belong to each-other, Nina!

MOTHER: That's what I fear, Amlan Satan...your downright confidence for art.

SATAN: Damn.

Amlan was making 'toast' of the glory of Christine with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) 'examination' and thought of the 'disappearance' of Ezzy as metaphysics-linked to the power of Christine (wow).

AMLAN: This bread/fruit America is all auto...Ezzy shall be missed; she was a fox.

MOTHER: We'll all miss Ezzy, Amlan; I fear luchi won't draw you away from death!

AMLAN: Whatever.

Ezzy was the final victim of Christine, who never 'spoke' to anyone but Amlan Satan, and perchance you'll find this dark faerie-tale of incomplete-distances readings for bureaucracy's superstition a Homeland (American) 'hologram' for beauty destabilized by (raw) language...for art (damn).

"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)