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

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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Now the Devil awaited the final portion of the social production of the ice-hockey universe violence/superstition writing of Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic and junior-league hockey coach for things of test and faith-measure for awareness of the fitness-shape and Selfie-controls intuition and complex theory for competition's darker side of psycho-therapy (for the Ego!).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm 2/3 complete, Devil (ok).

DEVIL: All's progress for you, Earth-man...and complete the circuit; so you're set!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've story-portion parts in paragraphs for cyber-poetics of Hell.

DEVIL: You've become a cool-coach and I'll send-away my assigned fallen-angel.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Aha, the calendar-model siren-woman who's muse for thought.

DEVIL: Complete the circuit game-test for ice-hockey violence paranoia for art.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I understand, Devil...make final violence-med; she flies-away.

DEVIL: Selfie-like (for a patience-kite).

STORY_EXCERPT: "The prince of coaching had set much examination-shapes for his diagrams of creative-thought and outline what was kiln and fire for things of the ice-sport game of helmets and swift-stick Selfie-balance for offense-defense see-saws in the Western Earth...and he (now!) wondered if all the hubbub of the game of in-fighting for pronouncements in that Earthling 'instinct' to contour skate-speed control(s) with muscle-brain fury for quick-or-timed fists/legs was some analogy 'hyperbole' for undeniable 'kinesthesia' dominions."

DEVIL: Kinesthesia?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Motion...and perception (of it!)...is simple Earth event, Devil!

DEVIL: Simple?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: The test was to contour activity for life's everyday...for sanity.

DEVIL: Sanity?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: You stationed that fallen-angel calendar-model girl by me.

DEVIL: By you?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've completed the exam for things of anarchy's kitchens, no?

DEVIL: Maybe, ok.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've found measure-for-measure for Selfie-word of wits, surely.

DEVIL: Yes, I suppose it's been your...Selfie-keratin (ok).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

So with the final-portion of the 'examination' of the reflection of what made the sport/window of ice-hockey's nature-frailty and in-game fighting a thing of incomplete-distances reading of the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade instincts for social activity and fitness-superstitions, Mr. Amlan Satan had thought-much of the depth (or darkness!) of sport's dangers and controls of borderlines of human fury and small-vanities of risk/competitiveness for the Devil. Surely, the Devil would add notes to his (ongoing) debate with God concerning man's ongoing stakes of Selfie-consciousness for control/sanity/will/risk/networking. Amlan decided to make toast of the micro-miracle of deed-fruition with a trip to his local/fave diner where a lovely waitress awaited to comfort his newfound angst about the labors of Earthling 'examination' of things of everyday...knucklebones.

"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)