Clairvoyance: American English

A man who thinks he's possessing powers of telepathy finds media-matrix 'hyperbole-bread' during chat with a culture-stewardess at a hotel-TV lounge for sports-salesmanship.

A media 'consciousness' portrait. Happy Autumn, all (thanks for reading), 

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Well, Mr. Amlan Satan had surely found some special Selfie age readings of personal lifestyle sensitivity after confiding in his therapist that he always knew of his 'extra credit' mental powers of telepathy, the 'uncanny' ability to move objects in real-space with wave-propagation energy emanations flowing from his brain (ok). However, while enjoying some TV in the hotel-lounge of his 'hostel-station' (Inn-Express) as he continued to chart his East Coast drive for salesmanship of American football trading-cards, Mr. Satan (Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic) suddenly noticed a media 'matrix' lady cross his path, curious about his spread of sports-image cards on his lounge coffee-table (for the Ego). Follow along, friends (Facebook-like!).

WOMAN: Lions draw you, friend.

SATAN: Thanx, miss.

WOMAN: Thanksgiving fan?

SATAN: Football shines then, sure!

WOMAN: Detroit's rival now with a team of iconography, eh?

SATAN: Cheese and coffee, miss.

WOMAN: Thought saw you move around one card while it sat on table, no hands.

SATAN: I'm a telekinetic-powers Earthling (ha).

WOMAN: Seriously, I know what I saw.

SATAN: You're part of Planet Hollywood, no?

WOMAN: So?
SATAN: Maybe you're a fan of The Matrix (Keanu Reeves)?

WOMAN: Maybe, and?

SATAN: Maybe you're having an after-image (Ego-computing).

WOMAN: You're a salesman.

SATAN: I sell...social-psyche fortune knives of sports (Facebook-like).

WOMAN: Farewell, windows-artist (talkie-like).

Well, Mr. Satan found rich-intrigue with brief-chat with the media 'matrix' woman who crossed paths with him at his hostel-station hotel-TV lounge in the East Coast during his salesman-drive that season and remembered-back to his experience of viewing the horror-tragedy of 9/11, when terrorists crashed a passenger-plane into the fortune-customs reflective World Trade Center (NYC). He remembered how he witnessed the entire 'drama' on TV and how he thought he had a vision of a media-woman screaming with premonitions of field goals on that weird day (ok). He thought about his Inn-Express brief-chat with the media 'matrix' woman and why she/it made him think of varied forms for 9/11-patriotism (for doubt). He thought about his love of Thanksgiving-Lions 'kinesthesia' for Earthling (American) clairvoyance...hmmm.

WAITRESS: World-exchange reflection soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread for ya, pal.

SATAN: Thanx, miss.

WAITRESS: Lions-card...gorgeous, pal.

SATAN: Thanksgiving-kinesthesia, no?

WAITRESS: Spending with family?
SATAN: Salesman-drive this season, miss (ha).

WAITRESS: Where were you on 9/11, pal?

SATAN: Watching on TV, from my hostel/hotel room, miss (ok).

WAITRESS: Sports eases brains, for hospitality, surely.

SATAN: For Heaven/Hell (American religion).

"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)