Dark Largo

Old West adventure/noir tale of incomplete-arts of things of Earth realm 'uniformity' for the Ego/prayers.

Cowboy era adventure for your pre-weekend, which I hope you like (thanks for reading), 

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Amlan Satan moved from Algeria to California during the Gold Rush and promised himself he'd simply be a prospect(s)-man but had to resort to highway-robbery for an adventurism, albeit in an Earth-town run by a real evil siren of Hell named Dartmouth, which is why I relay this tale, revealed in a series of journals I discovered in a buried place; and it drew my nature fascination with order and evil for Earth world (Facebook-like).

DARTMOUTH: Who's this California musketeer with talk of gold smarts, fool?

ASSOCIATE: You're running the best saloon in-town, bad lady, so it no matter!

DARTMOUTH: Don't be a fool, fool; that musketeer took that damsel for all.

ASSOCIATE: She made herself out to be a victim for a theater display, ok.
DARTMOUTH: With folks troubled the man was insane and she was a victim?

ASSOCIATE: She turned out to be the person doing the bank-box gem swap.

DARTMOUTH: I know it; that man wanted me to look like a hoarder (damn!).

ASSOCIATE: Maybe he's a blood-drinker, bad-lady; but he left with his damsel.

DARTMOUTH: Oh, I know it, fool; but this California town's ripe for prestige.

ASSOCIATE: He's no hero; he's just a thief with that damsel, no fake-lawman.

DARTMOUTH: Word spreads I'm from Hell, fool; we need depart to Europe!

ASSOCIATE: We'll leave story-boards for town folks record/keep (signs, ok).

DARTMOUTH: Cool.

Satan, Slovak-Algerian Christian adventurer with hero-eyes for a California town 'deed' of insurance talk in that Old West town, marked in writing what he achieved with his town-damsel (Shelbye) who'd been a hand-maiden of the bad 'baroness' of that era (Dartmouth). That's why I'm able to relay his dash-tale of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of social town choreography/sanity for both good and evil (wow). This was Facebook-like (for all!).

SATAN: Lots of guns as if we're foolhardy and collectors for art/theater.

SHELBYE: Why make me out to be an ambiguous actor, fool?

SATAN: This is an act of love, and Dartmouth's the benefactor, love.

SHELBYE: Well, I know where they hide the guns in this wretched town!

SATAN: That's cool...maybe we'll be outlaw-legends for some future minds.

SHELBYE: I've the mind to marry ya.

SATAN: That's arms!

Of course the antihero of this old California town-tale of tallness, Mr. Satan (Amlan), was curried to Romanticism by the hand of damsel-Shelbye, perhaps by her rich skill with chili-cook fire (ha). However, Dartmouth was no small kitchen-chat, a real evil lady, according to the record discovered and now translated into this re-tell for Earth race jardinieres (for the Ego!).

Maybe Amlan Satan was fated to become a legend/record man of quiet outlaw act for old California story-tell. You decide. The writing discovered revealed the siren of Hell (Dartmouth) to be something of a prospect(s)-critic, so much so that she'd become a dark-critic of any pilgrim-lady wandering into her town with some Romanticism or in the arms of a starry-eyed man/beau/sweetheart (like Satan!). For a time when guns and wandering were more 'patterned' than dystopian paranoia-tales of evil A.I. robots destroying Earth, Amlan Satan was the chemical reaction to a real Dartmouth sheen fiction (hmmm).

SHELBYE: I got these jewelry cufflinks for your/our new life (on Earth).

SATAN: Why, darling...you're more Summer than the Bible itself (ha).

SHELBYE: No one shall know of our arts, darling.

SATAN: Well, doubt makes for adventure image, Shelbye...even for Hell.

SHELBYE: We're the characters for a good-and-evil stagecoach, Satan.

SATAN: That's arms.

"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)