Life of Plum Kitchen

Portrait of inventive heroics and incidental love and a life of plums and vigilantism street-gossip for an Earthling (American) 'image' of (simple) kilns.

A tragicomedy story. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no 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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BANK MANAGER: This "Scarecrow" artist had some note from Ion-co. (insurance!).

DETECTIVE: We've been stalking this man for some-time now, eco-vigilante, Hell.

BANK MANAGER: You say he's the suspect in a princess-media vanishing now?

DETECTIVE: Took some blood-diamond cinema liaison doll to tie to media-heads.

BANK MANAGER: Maybe he's an angel...or some fool with short-fate for eco-art.

DETECTIVE: He's a bloody-outlaw now, and he better find some DC-plausibilities.

BANK MANAGER: Thanx...Facebook-like (Happy Halloween).

PRINCESS: What the Hell are we gonna do pretending to be Euro sweethearts?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm Slovak-Algerian; just claim we met on-vacation (Brussels).

PRINCESS: Well, I doubt I can find you your special media-figure(s) ties for eco!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm just using you for street-gossip, damsel, ok (Selfie-like).

ROYAL FARMS MANAGER: They left-behind this crayon thing for eco-romance, ok.

DETECTIVE: This is cute; maybe we're (all) to think lady-lad duet makes DC-arts.

ROYAL FARMS MANAGER: We know that they've been through this town before, ok.

DETECTIVE: I can tell you this ain't Bonnie and Clyde, and eco-vigilantism is IQ.

ROYAL FARMS MANAGER: What's the deal with this tree-arts for kids now, sir?

DETECTIVE: Something about kinesthesia for eco-literature access, for the lad.

ROYAL FARMS MANAGER: Maybe she's not an abductee but a girlfriend, sir.

DETECTIVE: We're not sure what the lad-hero seeks, but eco-gossip abounds now.

ROYAL FARMS MANAGER: Blood-diamonds cinema with cartoon romance for kids?

DETECTIVE: Facebook-like (for the gods).

Amlan and Lady-C were now en-route to a cross-country road-drive adventure for eco-gossip involving swaps/lifts of gems all around the American Homeland to generate some treasure-insurance street gossip somehow linked to a sports-TV culture diamonds-ads campaign masterminded by Baron Ion for some bad smugglers-roads exploits tied all the way to Africa now. Amlan cooked up the schematic but didn't dream he'd fall for Lady-C who now demanded they fly-away to Brussels to marry. However, they had to complete this life-plum mission first, before they'd see the fruits-of-labor and enjoy American college sprots from afar (for the Ego). Would they succeed...or fail in some cliched Earth-realm tragedy tale of silk and helmets foolishness? What do you think (for leviathan/uncertainty)?

"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)