Plants of Coaching (Part 2)

A vignette about inventions in emotions/ethics in the darkness of modern Earth narcotics circulations for 'onside' jitters/knot (trilogy).

A druglord of relatively optimistic view is caught in a stranger 'psyche' hellmouth post-discovery of his mistress/girlfriend gone distance to a rival. Thanks for reading (Happy Thanksgiving-November), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic immigrant/citizen/achiever/druglord, had it all in his Western world (American Homeland) but knew his post-escape daydream of flying to Brussels/Belgium to leave-behind his fortunes acquired from the world of coca plants and cocaine distributions base in Northern California was now suddenly/somehow (darkly) 'spiced' by the revelation-secret his stewardess-girlfriend and once-muse (Danica) was rumored to be linked to his own field-rival of narcotics underworld 'IQ' (Olerud) for a Selfie culture and social media time of lifestyle linked outcomes drama (wow).

DANICA: Look, if you're that paranoid about your own manmade Empire, I fly.

AMLAN: I just can't believe my own Empire of Cali-cocaine is usurped by an angel.

DANICA: I explained I fell for you and your dreams of empire-construction, ok.

AMLAN: I explained I wanted you in my life, because I needed an angel, Danica!

DANICA: Your confirmed rumors that I'm linked to Olerud is your own mind, prince.

AMLAN: Prince?
DANICA: I made you feel like a prince, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Prince?
DANICA: What's this revelation you wanna be overground/legal now?

AMLAN: I want a family, Danica...with you (damn).

DANICA: You're no Mister Rogers, Amlan Satan...you're a Devil in capitalist-mask.

AMLAN: Sure.

Of course, Amlan knew Danica was in all irony accurately truthful about his personage as a false-dreamer. He made a fortune in capitalism overground before turning to the world of coca plants profits shape and then emerged as his own Empire lord of things of power/glass and needed his own bound-Rationalism to justify the 'hyperbole' idea he'd escape from it all to become some legal/overground creative-writer of things politics and Selfie-reflective. However, he didn't anticipate this Earthling horror that his once-muse, the ex-stewardess (Danica), would be the unraveling of his 'knit' innocence (cinema-like!).

SATAN: Life's beaches, associate.

ASSOCIATE: I love your Centurion crayon-mimicry fun doodle about your future!

SATAN: I won't make it...I'm cocaine, associate (ok).

ASSOCIATE: Your unraveling is just Danica, and you're a skyway-man, Mister Satan.

SATAN: Whatever (Selfie-like).

ASSOCIATE: Ever read Frakenstein (Mary Shelley)?

SATAN: Is this the 'miseducation' of a coca-plants Spielberg (cartoon-like)?

"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)