Amlan Satan: Helmet-Man

A 'soul-wage' may illuminate a special 'field goal' consciousness in the American Homeland for Earthling-sportsmanship dialysis.

A football-yarn very-much inspired by Heaven Can Wait (Warren Beatty). Thanks for reading, 

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Mr. Amlan Satan had become a special diplomat of the world of sportsmanship-media with his special flair for team-choreography and stadium leadership field goals for American Homeland football wages for competition-windows fantasy-commentary for regional fanfare and cast his special offense-choreography team in the Cali-fields as offense-string 'grammar' pre-flight to a Mardi-Gras Bowl treasure-festival for capitalism-race 'chess' dialysis, making us all wonder if he'd been a social-media/Selfie culture 'dreamcatcher' for Western 'worldly' dogma (hmmm).

ANGEL (Heaven): You were hit by a car at dawn wandering out drunk (Louisiana).

SATAN (Amlan): I'm a ghost!

ANGEL: We've a proposal to give you new-life, as a quarterback-substitute, Satan.

SATAN: You want me to inhabit the body of a differing (deceased) athlete (now).

ANGEL: It's the rival team of yours, and that's quite a superstitions-charm, no?

SATAN: This is truly a stranger characterization for football-America, angel-pal.

ANGEL: Trust me, Mr. Amlan Satan...for bureaucracy's dialysis (for the soul).

SATAN: How can I refuse...since I 'synthesized' rival-games on Xbox (ha).

ANGEL: Good (good-luck!).

SATAN: Facebook like?

WIFE: Wow, you got me cheerleader-image print cards from my own past.

SATAN: You find anything different in me, Ezzy?

WIFE ('Ezzy'): You're still the high-school quarterback-hero I fell-for, Tom Dani.

SATAN: What if I told you I was a different 'spirit' named Amlan Satan, Ezzy?

WIFE: What the Hell are you saying to me, man?

SATAN: Just consider the hypothetical hologram-image; I'll reveal things later.

WIFE: Do I get to keep these cheerleader-card gifts for now, Mr. Dani hon?

SATAN: Of course (thanx).

ANGEL: You never revealed your ('dark') secret (to anyone!).

SATAN: I owed the American media/audience, and my ('new') team shining.

ANGEL: Very good, for you, Amlan Satan (ha).

SATAN: What the Hell was the (actual) point of this competition-brain exam?

ANGEL: There's a 'field goal' for the wrought-art(s) of sports-dialysis on Earth.

SATAN: And I'm some spirit-brain 'diplomat' of football-injury prayers for Heavens.

ANGEL: Heaven can't wait...I liked your youth-market helmet-doodle for prayers.

SATAN: So did Ezzy (and others making like-drawings for kids on social media).

ANGEL: You see, Amlan...you've 'evolved' from a simple celeb into an angel!

SATAN: Heaven can wait (thanx).

Years later, we find Mr. Amlan Satan perfectly inhabiting the 'aged' body of Tom Dani, now a (retired) Mardi-Gras Bowl laurel festive post-celebrity life marriage with his darling-Ezzy to whom (Amlan Satan) he never revealed that ('dark') "Heaven-Can-Wait" secret about spirit-possession(s) and instead offered her a special field goal and life prayer for Selfie-culture commentary, "If you can't be yourself while enjoying competition/media, then you're simply fated to become a prototype 'older-man' of American Homeland dogma (for all)."

Ezzy was preparing a New Orleans celebratory world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to recount what they loved sharing in their American (football) life of hospitality-readings and competition-culture 'defense' for bureaucracy-readings (wow). Perchance this tale might remind us (all) why Earthling-life may yield a 'light' for what's (simply) destiny!

EZZY: This bread/fruit shall cast my hon as Helmet-Man (of data), Tom Dani.

SATAN: Thanx, Ezzy (for everything).

EZZY: Facebook like.

"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)