Glass-Thanksgiving

Conversation between an obsessive civilization 'heroics-fan' and an apparently anonymous social media idealist-artist in an adaptation of the M. Night Shyamalan tale of phones.

Adaptation of the unusual/eerie hero-worship story/film Unbreakable (M. Night Shyamalan). Thanks so much for reading, 

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MR. GLASS: You think I'm just a Scotland Yard beat-policeman of beets, friend?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: You've confused me with some other brain, officer.

MR. GLASS: I know what I know surely; you're that eco-capitalism Robin Hood.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: If you're inferring I'm that 'Hornet' character of bank-heists?

MR. GLASS: You made that lone-agency group "Foreign Irish Republican Army."

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I do know that peculiar 'F-IRA' works with blood-diamonds (UK).

MR. GLASS: You think me some obsessive social media culture super fan/nut, pal?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You've confused me with some other brain, officer (Selfie-like).

MR. GLASS: All my life, I've been wrapped in streets of sanity and order, Hornet.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm no super hero or 'Hornet' as you think/conceive, officer.

MR. GLASS: Enjoying Summer Olympics (TV) in the UK, hero?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: You say you're tedious-minded with Scotland Yard duty, eh?

MR. GLASS: Why won't you confess you're that dart Hornet of blood-diamonds?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I happened to be an eco-capitalism blogger, but not Hornet.

MR. GLASS: You keep quiet/secret, like a super-hero; comic book like.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Like comic books?

MR. GLASS: There's a dualism, hieroglyph-like, of bloody intelligence on Earth.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like?

MR. GLASS: You made this beauty-print about some underwater heroine-avatar!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm a writer/artist (eco-capitalism) and made a Hornet-humor.

MR. GLASS: I'm certain you're that Hornet, friend.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Why so preoccupied with hero-worship for UK-woe/smugglers?

MR. GLASS: As a Scotland Yard serviceman, I know what ordinary is, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: If I was the Hornet, I'd be pleased you'd just like the art of it!

MR. GLASS: Good (Selfie-like).

MR. GLASS: I live in a modest place, suburbia (Echelon); comic books are my life!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I used to read stuff like Flash, Batman, Aquaman, environments.

MR. GLASS: Why won't you open-up about your Robin Hood dart for my books?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I read your comment to my art-blog about that train-wreck.

MR. GLASS: I was meditating on it at home, ironically...real estate value (ha).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's weird (Selfie-like).

MR. GLASS: I'll confess I put a bomb on that train (accident)...you confess too.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Jesus Christ...you need professional assistance, officer (now!).

MR. GLASS: I have a gift for you...a sports handheld (game).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I must depart from your company...especially if I'm the Hornet.

MR. GLASS: You're not an ordinary artist or gas-station man, friend...you like God.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You need psychiatry, maybe incarcerated video-game medicine!

MR. GLASS: Farewell, Hornet.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Farewell, officer (God be with you!).

Thus ends a rather unusual/ironic exchange for our mod-Earthling 'cleats' culture of sportsmanship superstitions woe created by terrorism/piracy storyboards of language-adjectives, poising our Scotland Yard policeman of undeniable insanity/angst ('Mr. Glass') as an adversarial challenger of an idealistic artist on social media platforms (Mr. Amlan Satan) who may've well been the Robin Hood man of eco-capitalism vigilante cleats ('Hornet') and would've shared such a 'good-faith' had it not been clearly lighted that Mr. Glass was somehow 'consumed' by Earth's field goals of vanities...and fears (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)