Baroness maybe Martian {Wonderland}

Wonder-rich (American) portrait of Martian-woman linked to adult-media/capitalism 'adventurism' for an expression of 'fantastic' touchdown.

Pornography market (epic!) vignette/fantasy. Happy Summer, all 

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BARONESS: I know what's up and what I do; Wonderland-cyber is capitalism mirror.

ASSOCIATE: Mr. Amlan Satan, that Slovak-Algerian Atlantic City artist, is enemy-IQ.

BARONESS: He'd drawn me into his Wonderland-co. adult/porn venture for jewelry.

ASSOCIATE: He discovered your blood-diamond ties to black market through party?

BARONESS: He unwittingly swapped my jewels with his own 'special' gifts for art.

ASSOCIATE: Ha, he wanted folks saying, "Baroness preferred Satan's gift."

BARONESS: He had my gems scoped and discovered ties to the UK/Africa, damn.

ASSOCIATE: Wonderland-cyber is excellent porn for mod-IQ and gossip, celebrity.

BARONESS: Yes, Americans love celebrity, and I thought Wonderland was Earth-IQ.

ASSOCIATE: So, you're mired in Wonderland-co. 'stuff' and know Satan's escape-IQ?

BARONESS: He wants to fly to Brussels (Belgium) to become a waffle-chef, ha.

ASSOCIATE: Are you going to expose your dark secret...that you're from Mars?

BARONESS: Only you know I'm Martian disguised as humanoid-investor woman, pal.

ASSOCIATE: This has Blue Planet 'print' of things of magazine-Zion (for jars).

BARONESS: Cool (Facebook-like).

Sure, nobody knew, not even the protagonist 'antihero' Atlantic-City merry-man of the porn-cyber mod-Earth market, Mr. Amlan Satan (Slovak-Algerian Catholic immigrant/citizen/entrepreneur/artist), that his newfound 'Baroness' investor-woman for celebrity-fun for adult-media/capitalism networks talks/talkies, was actually from the Red Planet (Mars!). Mr. Satan wanted Wonderland-co. to be perfect and made awesome/fantastic films and 'faerie-tales' of sensual adult characters (men/women) engaged in rich environmentally-lush scene placed exercises of intercourse vitality while toasting/boasting varied mod-Earth adventure hands in spy-games, terrorist-stops, Western bank 'intelligence' for the Ego, and even Planet Hollywood jellyfish (wow). It was...Facebook-like.

AMLAN SATAN: Atlantic City is home-language(s) for me...and my success-secrets.

FRIEND: You need to fly-away to Brussels...like tomorrow, Satan (damn!).

AMLAN: Well, the Baroness is talking-up laughter...that she's from Mars (Martian).

FRIEND: Well, Wonderland-co. had become something of an Earth-IQ touchdown.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (for the gods)>

The secret to the success of Wonderland-cyber was a cool hybridization of great personnel/recruitment and 'cute' storyboards for varied Blue Planet 'jitters' of leviathan/uncertainty, which is why/how the Baroness become an intrigued/involved investor-human in Atlantic City (New Jersey). Well, no one knew the Baroness hailed from Mars and was hidden in Earth-realm as a capitalist looking for varied social media culture 'friendly' activity to make investment-chat(s) in the Western world (American Homeland). After all, porn-marketing had become an image of things...sportsmanship (for leviathan/uncertainty).

BARONESS: Wonderland thespians were from everywhere, damn.

ASSOCIATE: They were a perfect blend of IQ and club-pocket intuition, Lady Mars.

BARONESS: You can see what drew me to your Blue Planet, fool!

ASSOCIATE: Well, Mr. Satan's flight for Belgian-waffle tied you to eco-capitalism.

BARONESS: Yes, he made a special Wonderland film about my gems as hero-deed.

ASSOCIATE: You were this close to becoming mired in some horrid IRA-language!

BARONESS: I appreciated Wonderland-cyber for what it was...fanzine-art(s).

Baroness shocked the hell out of Amlan Satan, our protagonist Blue Planet 'prince' of porn, capitalism, and now diamonds-with-waffles (ha). She shocked him when she gifted/mailed him an 'iconic' Western (American Homeland) sportsmanship-windows culture 'trophy' (a great classic football-QB card worth its shining weight in cardboard-jewelry). Amlan still didn't know the Baroness, his ex-friend, was from Mars (damn).

BARONESS: Satan's cool.

ASSOCIATE: You've fallen...for him!

BARONESS: I'm fine; I hate waffles, fool.

ASSOCIATE: Was Wonderland-cyber as cool as classic/toasted old-gen porn?

BARONESS: I think some of the imagery promoted was surely capitalist-jellyfish!

ASSOCIATE: That's rich, for your Martian pleasure, jellyfish lady.

BARONESS: Thanx (Selfie-like).

The Baroness, an investor in capitalism's jars on our Blue Planet, was drawn to Wonderland-co. by a special social media representation of the richness/insurance/pillows/sensuality promised and made toast for by Mr. Amlan Satan that included an 'immaculate' piece of Earthling treasure (jewelry!) that the Baroness immediately made 'mark' of as Western world (American Homeland) consciousness of things...of life's jeans (for the Ego!).

AMLAN SATAN: Good to be here...in Brussels...with waffles for my chicken.

GIRLFRIEND: Do you still doubt the Baroness was human?

AMLAN: I'm square with her, love...and we'll marry soon and you'll be hostess.

GIRLFRIEND: Waffle-venture requires a lady's fingers, fool.

AMLAN: I don't think the Baroness was from Mars (no way!).

GIRLFRIEND: Everything worked out, for all parties talked (ok), so it no matter!

AMLAN: Facebook-like (for the abyss).

"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)