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Nice portrait of world-IQ writing developing special Earthling-reflection spirit bond between a nun and an eccentric for modern things of (simple) chopsticks.

Portrait of 'manmade' religion. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/interpretations/commentary).

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FANZINE-INTERVIEW (Cyber_Dartmouth): How'd you get linked with Sister Yale?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic sports/comics writer!

INTERVIEW: Yale was your 'discovery' of world-fanfare for personalized religion.

SATAN: You said it!

INTERVIEW: She said things like, "Every statement is incomplete" to ya, writer.

SATAN: Correct-o; I consider myself my Selfie age messenger of pulp-democracy.

INTERVIEW: You write about football cards bringing fortune change to the owner.

SATAN: Yeah, and I've written about thieves unwittingly drawn into Belfast-IRA.

INTERVIEW: You've also written about nuns escaping the church to join porn-art.

SATAN: I consider myself a cyber-age incarnation of Woody Allen (Facebook-like!).

Mr. Satan had it all for world/Earth intrigue energizer-IQ, and it explains why he'd become a pronounced commentary-man/fan for films-and-tales like the Earth 'IQ' sensitization-yarn Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (George Clooney), wow.  Well, Amlan had befriended his most 'avid' fan, a Catholic sister he met in the United Kingdom during an Xmas-journeyway(s) that moved him to make a dark faerie-tale about a fallen-angel seeking 'James Bond' work and falling for a spiritually torn nun at a church troubled by poverty/economics jars of leviathan/uncertainty, wow. Sister Yale had become Mr. Amlan Satan's special writer's fan-muse for our mod-Earth 'culture' of lifestyle-infused 'troubles' jellyfish (for capitalism/changelings).

YALE: Barry Sanders for Xmas in NY, Satan?
AMLAN: Well, Sister...I'm good-guessing you need Thanksgiving-football TV jar.

YALE: You think me Rapunzel, Earh-fellow.

AMLAN: I thought you'd think this football-card gift 'ideal' for a Catholic-fan.

YALE: I'm only intrigued by your Earthling-senses of incomplete-jars of paranoia!

AMLAN: I know it...and this gift for Xmas is (all) New York jellyfish for superstition.

YALE: Bond-tale about invention in economic-worry was nice-touch for UK-sport!

AMLAN: May this card bring you a fortune worth a weight in Earth realm jellybean.

YALE: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

Satan and Yale enjoyed a great world-exchange reflection diner-plate of soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread and though about why his adverbial philosophy readings/writing had affected her so; and he thought about why he'd become enamored by her wit(s) and what drew her especially to his pulp-superstition languages of incomplete-arts for mod-Earh leviathan/uncertainty, translated to a special 'taste' for things of hospitality and fright. They were the perfect odd-couple for bread/fruit (wow).

When Amlan Satan was bloody-murdered by a fanatic-fan while doing a series of media-interview rings in the UK in the Summer of '25, everyone was horrified, including Sister Yale, arguably his most pronounced fan of writing/superstitions! She attended his funeral and gave a lovely prayer, "The image of Earth troubles for negotiated fortune and pluralism solutions reveals our human touch fascination with those who deal (nicely) with that art-of-chlorine for all religions."

"Doing well is the result of doing going. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)