Mallways-Dyer

A Story by Abishai100

Tracings (hyperbole) of consumerism 'brains' for (American Homeland) distances in that fine-tune link between commerce...and depression.

A deep-thoughts fanfiction of that iconic consumerism-mallways comedic lifestyle/culture dialysis story (film) Mallrats (Kevin Smith). Thanks for reading!

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AMLAN: This doll started talking to me, pal; I got it from an Irish-net catalog (IQ).

MARCUS: Some capitalism/consumerism superstitions drawn wonder...Selfie-like.

AMLAN: The doll really started whispering; I'm coming-undone, Marcus; social media.

MARCUS: All you really need, for immigrant-citizenry-Catholic IQ is a mallways-trip.

AMLAN: Why'd mall-life cure me of Earthling insensibility, pal?
MARCUS: Context; place fortune-readings within the hellmouths of Selfie-culture IQ.

AMLAN: Sounds-dialysis for bureaucracy-art; we're now American Homeland poets.

It was a nice Xmas-season of those 'incomplete-distances' readings for transit and consumerism frills for two pals from Dartmouth, Amlan/Marcus, sharing an apartment in the American Homeland, considering why a Saturday's Eve mall-trip might render a nice social-media 'tourist' image of what made Earthling-life hospitality-readings for comforts for the diner or the poet or the patriot. However, Amlan had a different dilemma when he (actually) believed his Irish-doll (purchased online) was whispering to him something about capitalism and Xmas-shopping photo-synthesis (for the soul!).

DOLL: Do I remind you of someone you crossed while in school, Amlan?
AMLAN: I'm uncertain...perchance some deity-rendering for immortal-behaviors.

DOLL: Don't make light of the American-mallways securities consciousness now!

AMLAN: I can't believe I can hear you whispering to me, doll from Ireland.

DOLL: You're not Irish, but you're Catholic, American, primed for life-superstitions.

AMLAN: I'm your emissary or diplomat for some consumerism-highways smartness.

DOLL: Simply adapt this ghost-whisperer sound into a Homeland commerce-tale.

AMLAN: I may do just that, doll from Ireland; I might find angels/demons fiction.

DOLL: Facebook-dungeons for 'American' dough, sweetie.

AMLAN: Fan of Dogma (Kevin Smith)?

Amlan/Marcus visited a special jewelry-store in the (American Homeland) tale set within an iconic/prototypical shopping complex and thought (deeply now) about varied modern Earthling 'matter' like eco-capitalism fuel, blood-diamond hellmouths in Africa, piracy linked with terrorism-finance, and Irish-dolls (purchased online) speaking in exotic-tongue for loose/unintelligible exorcist-axes (wow). Was this Facebook-like (for the soul)?

EZZY (Ex): Funny finding you here at the Celtic Creamery (mallrats!).

AMLAN: I doubt this namesake-shop is the same as the one in Ireland, hon.

EZZY: Continue in your narcissism veiled with American sarcasm for wit, Amlan.

AMLAN: Really, is it the same franchise, exported for (American) mall conveniences?

EZZY: What if it is, Amlan?

AMLAN: Look, I'm Catholic (like you).

EZZY: Facebook-like.

AMLAN: I don't doubt the ghost-magic of convenience-consumerism, Ezzy.

EZZY: This is some liner to win-my-back, Amlan.

AMLAN: I'm putting-together an immigration album for social-media (consumerism).

EZZY: What's it?
AMLAN: I can hear this Irish-doll (purchased online) whispering to me, Ezzy.

EZZY: What's it?

AMLAN: I'm becoming 'converted' in my Western faith...less narcissism (for us!).

EZZY: What's it?

AMLAN: Hey, you doubt me...all this (actually!).

EZZY: Maybe (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: I'll call you on Saint Patrick's Day (Facebook-like).

EZZY: Good.

Amlan continued to hear his Irish-doll (purchased online!) whispering to him, and he opted to continue fostering his very-special newfound ('American') faith in capitalism's hand-axes for myths and life-funnies, maybe just to win Ezzy back (ha). Marcus insisted that Xmas-season 'light' for consumerism-lifestyle deep thought had (in deed) rendered a 'ghost-magic' image of all things (simplified)...dreamy.