Anti-Cupid: A Radical's Psychiatry

Man of dubious work of smoke-and-mirrors confers with his doctor/therapist about a 'dark-side warehouse' signifying accessible forms of knotted Hell.

A stranger type of psyche-portrait, on the doctor's couch, for your Thanksgiving-November Saturday, 

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PSYCHIATRIST: This is wild, Satan, even for your eccentric Slovak-Algerian mind.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Hey, I'm a Catholic-American, and I'm not completely insane!

PSYCHIATRIST: You claim you're in an Inferno in dream-sleep vision track Friday?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: I drank too much wine and watched a conspiracy-film.

PSYCHIATRIST: In this Inferno, you were a witness to the Devil's playgrounds?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: There were 3-levels to the Devil's Inferno, each symbolic!

PSYCHIATRIST: Proceed, for Earthling-know pillows, my patient (Selfie-like).

"In the first level, I noted a stranger, the Devil, take a stranger manifestation avatar form as a gas-mask wearing axe-holding weirdo running around in a warehouse with multiple floors/rooms, and some rooms inhabited by jaded political dissidents, drunken in their futile-expressions of failure. The Devil kept running past these poor-sorts and into his private romance-chamber of Selfie-escapism where a lovely damsel, a veteran's wife, the lovely angel wife and turned-widow because of her hubby's wartime-death during the Afghan War of post-9/11 American valor, and she was in a spa, and the Devil courted her, dropping his axe for wrath for some message of escapist lust...all inside that (foggy!) warehouse of a 'cinema' qualia, doc."

"Doc, I didn't know what to make of this manifestation-avatar of the represented Devil in a gas-mask and heretic-like hooded raggedy gear and holding his horrid-axe in his hands, running around in that (foggy!) warehouse of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade bureaucracy-arts for doubt and worry. He was like a buzzing-bee or insect mindfulness man 'being' inside that warehouse, and he seemed to want a 'witness' (like me!) to think of believe his 'consciousness' was one of a wandering, a simply representation of those basic-instincts kept in the spirit once more 'overground' sensibilities were lost because of the futility of civilization's knowledge and/or pursuits of fortune and power-shapes (for the Ego)."

"So, I told you those 2-levels of that Inferno, of those rooms of jaded political wandering dissidents, drunken; and of the romance-chamber of the war-widow bathing in a spa, courted by that manifestation avatar of the Devil in gas-mask and holding a 'symbolic' nihilist axe (wow). That 3rd-level I mentioned, which I haven't yet described, was one of gross-anatomy of an 'animalia' flourish and one of giant piranha swimming in a undoubted black sea of darkness surrounded by pedestals and seeming to make words and sounds of the accessibility-hyperbole of 'feelings' of the subconscious (damn). Doc, I honestly awoke from this drunken dream-sleep 'view' feeling more...dead than alive (ok)."

FRIEND: Relax, Satan, will ya...hey, Thanksgiving fast approacheth now (ok)?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm fresh and awake and alive and sane and seeing my shrink!

FRIEND: You never told your shrink potential motivation-arrows of that vision.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Ha, yes, my doctor has no clue I'm a UK-operative of thieves.

FRIEND: You're a masked 'intelligence-underground' smugglers-intercept man, ok.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I operated across Halloween in the UK as a masked eco-artist.

FRIEND: Swapping stored rumored/insured conflict-zone gems with glass-animals!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: My double-life as an 'IQ' agent of heroics has no link to dreams.

FRIEND: Are you sure (Selfie-like)?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe the Devil in that 'Inferno' was the opposite of Cupid?

FRIEND: The opposite of Cupid (love-avatar of romance's arrows, for courtship)?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: There's (surely) some 'link' between volition and affection.

FRIEND: An 'Anti-Cupid' certainly signals some chaos for money, Satan (ha).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: We're not in Nazi-Germany, pal...my life's distinct/active.

FRIEND: Maybe your dream-vision of that 'Inferno' is an inverted cross for dark?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: My shrink insists I'm simply too swimming like in weird films.

FRIEND: Life's a beach...for the Selfie-knits variety and know, no?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe you're right, pal...maybe (all) dreams are mask-tint.

FRIEND: Good (therapy-like for Halloween!).

"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)