Diamonds/Phenotype RXN

Narrated adventure 'claim' by a man about his escape with darling-girl to Brussels post-discovery of an underground of bad-diamond thesauruses.

A work of capitalism jitters of the underworld, about treasure-life energy (fiction). 

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

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"I found a special estate/mansion gathering in Cali (American Homeland) to share and trade and toast some real valued diamonds of the modern commercial-life exchange in the 21st-Century, with my waitress-friend Danica; but I didn't know the gathering was linked to some nefarious underground gems-smuggling darkness filling the Western streets with black market gossip commentary for doubts (Facebook-like!)."

MR. ION: Welcome to my palace, darlings.

AMLAN/DANICA: Well, we've brought our own Brussels-stones for showcase here!

MR. ION: Good Summer-'25 IQ for social media IQ for Super Bowl ads-stuff, eh?

AMLAN/DANICA: We should trade something here at this warm gathering, Ion, no?

MR. ION: That's really a good idea for social media gossip; because I'm drunk, ha.

AMLAN/DANICA: Well, we'll trade you some Brussels-pieces for your Cali-stones!

MR. ION: Well, I concur you're nice darlings for cyber-comment; but you're naive.

AMLAN/DANICA: Hey, our treasures speak for themselves, mister (ok).

MR. ION: Hey, fair for fare (ok)...Facebook-like.

"Danica and I made the trade at the party and then soon found darkness in crowd-gossip about Mr. Ion mired in some weird African shores smugglers highways that was nothing like Robin Hood. We got the Hell out of there and flew to LAX and got the first-flight out to Brussels, for our retirement-dream; and we made a diamond-stop to have our Ion-gems traded moved to our Brussels Western bank (Facebook-like)."

"Now, I used to get these great German waffle treats at my local (Cali) supermarket with mom; and now as adult entreated my daydream for waffle-venture retirement-fantasy with Danica (my angel!). Who'd think this was an American Dream of capitalism veil worth it weight in misadventure-hyperbole, friends? Well, I was lucky to have my silencer-handgun at LAX pre-escape to Brussels, because Ion sent his minions to check-up to see if I'd stay hush-humble about our party-trades for street-talk. I flashed by piece and explained to the 'associates' of Mr. Ion that I'd befriended an Interpol-man working with 'blood diamond guesswork' and promised to vanish into some Euro-dream far-away from Ion-gossip worries for Earth PhD."

DANICA: Diamonds are forever.

ME: Well, this time we found a waffle-dream for quiet escape to capitalism.

DANICA: Interpol's examining Cali-work of Mr. Ion, darling (wow).

ME: Does not have any matter for us, angel...this is all Facebook-like now, ok.

DANICA: Maybe we're (simply) Lucy and Charlie Brown, for diamonds and bonds.

"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)