SF-Zodiac Reason (Part 1)

A Story by Abishai100

Daring San Francisco gem-robbers are stalked by a self-posed maniac (the Irishman) and equally followed/written by a romantic writer who thinks one Friday in the USA is all keratin.

A San Francisco set crime-psyche noir portrait. Happy Summer,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit 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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"Well, it was Friday's Eve in the August of '25 in San Francisco, and I was dining at an Asian-dive where streets-gossiped modern bank robbers of great American Homeland flares and romance (Shadow/Hornet), a masked darling married duo of hubby/wife whom no one could identify, had claimed they'd just eaten (wow). I'd become a SF-journalist and tracked this Shadow-Hornet story for great interest and then discovered that a deranged Irishman was making mark of them post-declaration (anonymous!) that he'd opted to 'mutate' himself into an anti-detective man for social media ruins plates (Selfie-like)."

SHADOW: We're like anyone else...of Facebook, wife.

HORNET: At least no one knows we love Asian food (ha).

SHADOW: This Cali-bank was a fine achievement, with street-arts.

HORNET: Our street-theater act is perfect for California, hubby (ok).

SHADOW: Any leads on the Irishman, wife?

HORNET: Maybe he just wants helter-skelter bad news, hubby.

SHADOW: Fare-for-fair...we avoid/evade him for magazines (IQ).

"No one knew of course Shadow/Hornet ID and had only guess-work for San Francisco cyber-gossip (wow). However, I had this hype-hunch that they had some theory about who the deranged Irishman was who made mark of them for stalking and anti-American jars. Sure, Shadow/Hornet were merely 'rascals' of Cali-thievery, making diamond-theft some kind of language for cinema laughter; but the Irishman was determined to make himself out to be the Antichrist...and even made mockery-tones of bank robbery and anti-federalism with (anonymous!) posts with imagery of toys/guns (damn)."

SHADOW: Let's visit that San Francisco cemetery in the morn, wife.

HORNET: What if the Irishman is there, hubby?
SHADOW: Why in the Hell would we find him there, wife?
HORNET: Maybe the Irishman guessed we're romantics and seek tomb-prayers, ok?

SHADOW: Damn, you're scared, even thought diamonds are forever.

HORNET: Selfie-like, hubby.

"Friends, we didn't know what to make of this psycho-stalker who labeled himself (anonymously!) as the Irishman (in California). We did (all) think that Shadow/Hornet had a real Antichrist on their hands for agenda and wondered if the stalker-madman would (eventually/somehow) find out their 'overground' ID and bloody-murder them for his bad news message of anti-romanticism and anti-detective paranoia for the Ego (ok)."

"Honestly, I had to think that the leviathan/uncertainty cast by the Irishman made mark of Shadow/Hornet, affable and daring gem-thieves in California, would ruin our San Francisco anarchy-gossip for fun that August of '25 and sought to romanticize the bank robbers in a rabbit-mask 'faerie-tale' of incomplete-arts of (all) things American/Earthling/onside (ha). Surely, the Irishman wouldn't ruin this."