Lauren: Punch/Drunk/Knew

A Story by Abishai100

A woman escaping from invaded E.Euro-space finds the American Dream and an immigrant/citizen/man who blends word with weird keratin.

A story about conversational Rationalism and immigration and maybe escapism sanity too. Thanks for reading (Happy Autumn Saturday, all)

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Lauren had escaped the Hell that was Ukraine during the 21st-Century Russian invasion and landed into some sane pocket of the American Dream as a Euro-currency mail-order-bride with cool Catholic-American Slovak-Algerian immigrant/citizen/writer Mr. Amlan Satan, Bostonian (Facebook-like!).

AMLAN: I write about things, divided, into eco and non-eco, really, love.

LAUREN: You've got such a nice place here in New England, love.

AMLAN: I study IRA, blood-diamond, psychosis, and ghost-story things, aliens too.

LAUREN: That's sounds-dialysis for things of the accessibly uneasy, no?

AMLAN: Sure, and writing is a way to escape helplessness, which is a dream, no?

LAUREN: Ukraine sucked, and only because post-annexation of Crimea was Hell!

AMLAN: Well, in the States, life-turn can in-deed feel like punch-drunk butter.

LAUREN: Did you watch the '92 Race-Riots and 9/11 on TV here, growing up?

AMLAN: I was young in '92, but yes, I saw 9/11 and wrote about, sure, Lauren.

LAUREN: What's this work you doing with blood-diamond consumerism stuff?

AMLAN: Conflict-zone gems seep out of Africa and end up in black market arms.

LAUREN: So, I might find a Valentine's shop-stone of value for me from Hell?

AMLAN: That's the know, for now, but there's workers, and heroes, and weirdos!

LAUREN: America is all CNN, right.

AMLAN: Selfie-like (for the gods)...cool.

AMLAN: Isn't this a nice hostel-stop station for a Sunday brunch and sports-TV?

LAUREN: American football's growing on me, hubby.

AMLAN: This Inn-Express has the amenity-feel of the States; world's best coffee.

LAUREN: That's truth, ok!

AMLAN: I developed in the States an obsession with New England clam-chowder.

LAUREN: Mmmm, a localism variety, ok.

AMLAN: I will take us on-tour of sampling clam-chowders across dives, wife!

LAUREN: Cool, and I'm thinking I met a man with an optimism-lens for life, cool.

AMLAN: I'll tell you all my secrets, since you've got that refugee-eye, ha.

LAUREN: Oh, maybe you're a bank robber or Martian disguised as a dashing-man.

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

Amlan decided to take his mail-order-bride (Lauren) to an American Homeland drive-in to enjoy a blood-diamond subject American story/film on a starry Saturday's Eve post-move of her dreams to the States and wondered what she'd been dreaming and noting with her post-escape Selfie from Ukraine life (ok). What could he offer this lady feeling a refugee-sense of consciousness on 21st-Century ground (Facebook-like)? He wondered if he'd tell her he possessed powers of telepathy, sensing the maladies of Earth, even in gold America, that inspired him to write things about Heaven...and Hell. This was something of interest, maybe even for Martian envy (ok).