Harold/Pam

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' of a portrait of action-for-hellmouth, for Earthling/Homeland 'expressions' of life-undone, psychosis-stalking, and 'inventive' bureaucracy-arts.

Narrated view of antisocial ('American') psychosis, inspired (very-loosely) by American Psycho (Christian Bale). Thanks so much for reading,

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PAM: Our newfound/shared life for Homeland-Jersey's sports-comfort for all!

HAROLD: I'm the Leafs-exec for cyber-markets and you're the fanfare-doll (ha).

Harold and Pam had it all. A lovely shared town-house in the American Homeland, work-life perfectly complementing each other for Earthling-sportsmanship lines for bureaucracy-arts and a view for immortal comfort-zones on the fare-rich Blue-Planet. However, this isn't a normal everyday life-comfort American Dream story, for it involves psychosis...and isolationism (for Pam!). Was this some dark room photo-synthesis for the Ego?

My name's Amlan Satan, and I've been stalking Pam since I read her hockey-fanfare work(s) on social media roadway(s) and conceived of her as an anti-Barbie for mark! I stake-out her house on Friday's Eve and think of what to say if she walks-out to take out the garbage and I present myself as a false-insurance salesman for Selfie-commentary culture readings in (incomplete) Hell. After I bloody-murder her, I'll include the 'deed' in this time-capsule retelling which I'm burying in my Homeland-Jersey yard (wow).

I won't fail. Pam's my 'mark' for the AntiChrist, and this is an Earthling age of commerce/media transit superstitions for paranoia (piracy/terrorism!), and I've become a relentless man-of-bureaucracy 'art' and inserted a device to record Harold and Pam's house chat(s). Me thinks to find Pam, one glorious Saturday, trekking to WalMart or some Homeland super market, which is where/why I'll cast her as anti-Barbie...perchance for your anthropological view of what's (simplified) dialysis. Do you want to bet on Barbie...or Pam? What do you think?