Ice-Margin: Satan's Oxygen {Part-I}

The Devil poses challenge to a blog-prince of ice-hockey (coaching) and violence-kitchens for an Earth-juxtaposition of things 'kamikaze' and sets him on a quill-mission to 'outline' kilns.

Fight Club (David Fincher) inspired ice-hockey 'consciousness' fiction. Happy end-of-Summer, all 

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

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The Devil, challenger of the ways of Earth, did descend to our Blue-Planet of competition-windows language to invade the life and 'universe' of an ice-hockey junior-league coach (Mr. Amlan Satan), a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic of great social media blog-interest for things of negotiations of violence and mayhem 'adjective' in that sport of skates, sticks, swiftness, streaks, and scars. The Devil wished to test the faith-patience of Mr. Satan (Amlan) for his outright social media blog-IQ concerning incomplete-arts of our world of social nets/activity calmness for languages of kaleidoscope Rationalism (wow).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What do you want?
DEVIL: You're a calm cool customer of even-tones blogs for hockey-patriotism.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Sure, yes...I'm writing about young-athletes learning of Hell!

DEVIL: Your junior-ice athletes shall learn of those unavoidable fights in game.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: For this calm-work of sport-rink control, you place a siren?

DEVIL: You shall cast this calendar-model (fallen) angel in your storyboards, man.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Sounds like a patience-debate between you and God, Devil!

DEVIL: We shall see if your blog-quill affords your sovereign-IQ for the game, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: If I refuse, Devil?

DEVIL: What have you to lose, as a (Catholic?) ice-hockey man for social media?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's I guess some kitchen...I'll do it (Facebook-like).

DEVIL: Godspeed, Earth-prince (Selfie-like).

STORY_EXCERPT: "In the beginning of his ice-hockey examination for concept, the prince of coaches, in New England (American Homeland) had decided to make juxtapositions of great rivalry games of the sport in the time of Selfie-spirits commentary of tense ice-balance brain muscle and outright position/male fits-of-fury between players for a special 'linguistics' of shaping kaleidoscopes and kilns...and he hoped to forge a psycho-therapy for what made coaching such a 'kitchen' a 'thing' of kite for exorcism (for all!)."

DEVIL: Nice work, iceman.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Thanx...I guess (Facebook-like).

DEVIL: Consider yourself a prince of ties for marketing fitness in competition, ok.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What did God comment, Devil?

DEVIL: He liked your 1st-portion of your cyber-storyboard, about kitchens/shape!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've 2-more portions to make for Rationalism (games/Hell).

DEVIL: Your junior-ice athletes will appreciate it, praise your keratin (Selfie-like).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Here we go (then).

So, the Devil did draw Mr. Amlan Satan, our protagonist hero-prince of this examination-fable about incomplete-arts of shape-representation of violence in an ice-game for coaching/Selfie-consciousness and make for some nifty Christian ethos-color for things of time, space, language, kilns, orientation, and psycho-therapy for competition and cartoons. What would Amlan write for his 2nd-portion of the 'fight-club' qualia of ice-hockey and why it engendered in-game fighting between athletes --- random, isolated, progressed, and 'discreet' (for the Ego)? What do you think (for doubt)?

"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)