SF-Zodiac Reason (Part 3)

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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SHADOW: We've reached midnight, for post-Friday Saturday 24-hour clock-shift.

HORNET: Hubby, that Irishman stalking us hadn't found us despite your fool's post.

SHADOW: I shouldn't have written we'd be in an Asian-eatery Friday unmasked.

HORNET: We're a married-duet of male-female gossip for bank-robbery, stalked.

SHADOW: The Irishman made splash in San Francisco for stalking us bandits, wife.

HORNET: That writer who follows us in praise was at the Asian-eatery writing?

SHADOW: He claimed he'd find comforts while romanticizing our dangers, wife.

HORNET: The Irishman who stalks us to blacken bank-robbery romance is evil!

SHADOW: We made it to midnight, here in San-Fran today, wife...having Pho.

HORNET: Isn't Pho (Vietnamese-noodles) superior, my crime-darling (hmmm)?

"Sure, I was that write-man seeking romanticism for the daring Cali-robbers of diamonds and social media gossip, Shadow/Hornet, a married duo of San Francisco visiting 'rascals' of superstitions of consumerism/insurance; and I went to the very-same Asian-eatery where they visited (or claimed to, unmasked, for Friday early-Eve 'creature comforts') and began to take mind-notes about writing about them for our magazine universe (Facebook-like!)."

"However, as the write-man of praise for Shadow/Hornet, our 21st-Century SF-darlings of diamonds and maps and heist and superstition, I knew to take (equal?) stock of the maniac (the Irishman) who posted online (anonymously!) that he'd stalk the darling-robbers to enhance bad news for 21st-Century romanticism-deflation and anti-capitalism jitters, making himself the Antichrist. The unidentified Irishman said to despise the toys/guns used by the Shadow-Hornet team for Cali-Homeland diamond heists for story-tellers. What did he want with them? Would he bloody-murder them and ruin my 21st-Century scale of creative writing for (all) things consumerism (for the Ego)?"

SHADOW: That writer praising us shall draw the manic Irishman to a fan, may be.

HORNET: Maybe the Irishman shall mark that writer (himself) as a murder-mark.

SHADOW: Well, we've got ample-cool to retreat into literature in Brussels, wife.

HORNET: We'll never disclose our 'overground' names/ID for social media, hubby.

SHADOW: I honestly like to think the Irishman won't despise/kill our praise-writer.

HORNET: That write-man ain't in no-danger from us, hubby...we're Selfie-like.

JOURNALIST: Did you hear of the writer who vanished?

JOURNALIST: I hear he was 'linked' to some San Francisco educational arena, ok!

JOURNALIST: Maybe he just found too much fantasy and escaped to Belgium, ha.

JOURNALIST: Maybe that Irishman marked him as praise-angst and black-marked.

JOURNALIST: Well, California's always been 'liberal' for campfires/hyperbole!

JOURNALIST: We'll never get that Shadow-Hornet novel concept now (damn).

JOURNALIST: All is fair in banks and distance, for Americans (no?).

"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)