One Sin: United Kingdom Thursday (Part 1)

A Story by Abishai100

A Robin Hood poised eco-thief vigilante narrates his own humbling escapism post-discovery of romance with a possible IRA-girl in a world of 'consciousness' (trilogy).

A world activity/politics superstitions trilogy, set in the UK (fiction).

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative politics drama/fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., blood diamonds) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I had been a simple happy Catholic-Bostonian Slovak-Algerian immigrant/citizen junior-league hockey coach and eco-activist on Earth before discovery of some rumored/moved 'blood-diamonds' flooding the mod-UK in a time of Parliament talks concerning pluralism-commerce affecting new age Western ideals for joint-venture eco-projects and initiatives for varied/relevant companies and/or groups in relevant markets (e.g., British Petroleum, Greenpeace). I decided to become a masked operative, a masked Halloween-season eco-theater veiled gems-vigilante thief in the mod-UK to rid that already-challenged pluralism-negotiations area (Catholics/Protestants) of some 'nasty' black market jigsaw (for doubt). This was to be Facebook-like (for Halloween!)."

"Of course, I proved to be quite the skilled super vigilante in the Western world and swapped rumored/moved/insured 'blood-diamonds' with eco-message glass-animal toys to draw some nifty/beauty 'examination'-eye for smugglers-roads eroding overground pre-Xmas jewelry-consumerism in the mod-UK affecting Catholic/Protestant shopping gossip for integrity (ok). The company in question (Ion-co.) had invested sharply/roughly in some warlord-gems from the East now seeping out of Africa and fallen into 'rogue' finance pockets and half-labeled groups/areas (e.g., Palestine) for black market hyperbole (wow). They called me the Shadow. I felt like I was a lone-crusader of my own non-Irish Catholic commerce-life organization (the Foreign Irish Republican Army!). Everything changed from politics-cinema to romance-bias, all because of one Christian sin which (ultimately) did me in...that of lust (or the human 'folly' of flesh-and-bone loneliness for intimacy in these capitalist fields of stories)."

EZZY: When you me me, I'd my own med for black market Hell link to Parliament.
ME: Lady, you became my Catholic-streets girl lover and hypnotizing Maid Marian.

EZZY: You're not Irish and hence 'unfamiliar' with pluralism-commerce politics.

ME: Hey, hey, hey...I was an American eco-activist and like Earth-minerals study!
EZZY: That's the (one) reason we fell for each other, Mr. Amlan Satan (Selfie-like).

ME: So, there I was as Robin Hood, you Maid Marian (more radically armed), ok?

EZZY: You confound British police with black market act that somehow relieves.

ME: You're a cop-killer, Ezzy (I know).

EZZY: I'd have not confided in you, lest I knew of your integrity here for UK-art.

ME: Hey, I'm adapting this entire 'misadventure' into a time-capsule buried-tell.

EZZY: If the IRA or UVF is maligned in black market ties, Parliament suits flee.

ME: You needed the pluralism-shopping cleansers and attacked smugglers-trucks.

EZZY: By explosives...sorry, I'm not a swift glove-wearing eco-theater mime-thief!

ME: Hey, hey, hey...we fell in love (regardless/nevertheless).

EZZY: Here you are 2-yrs. into your thief-cinema 'crusade' escaping for my bed.

ME: Lust is one of the deadly 7-Sins (Christian faith)...I confess I'm just a man.

EZZY: And I confess, I'm more than just Robin Hood campfires for kids, lover.

ME: You're bad, real bad (I'm guessing IRA or something), Ezzy (wow).

EZZY: You fell in love with me just as I did with you...now you seek Hell-escape.

ME: I told you, I'm guilty of lust and loneliness...and this is too ugly for me.

EZZY: Farewell then (Selfie-like).

"What in the Hell had happened to me? Me, Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian masked Catholic-American trekking eco-vigilante and 'blood-diamond' operationalist extraordinaire, now mired in simply humbling human fleshy love for lust and escapism for basic/primitive loneliness worry of the heart? Ezzy was my Maid Marian in my brain and I was infatuated, enough to drown my thief-labor duty 'consciousness' and make me just a man, seeking to marry, fly her away to Brussels/Belgium to manage an earned-fortunes waffle-dive for organic-foods/ingredients world-conscious hospitality for the 21st-Century (ok). I was obsessed with Ezzy, my girl, whom I met in the streets of the mod-UK, working inside smugglers-road (like me). I knew soon she was perhaps IRA, ensuring street-talk to minimalize threats to Parliament-talks for pluralism (Catholic/Protestant) commerce affecting inter-religious coexistence/capitalism integrity. Ezzy feared the black market would tempt young Catholic/Protestant men of the streets of the mod-UK in 'troubles' places like Northern Ireland and make for IRA-UVF street-fights just for jewelry (wow). None of it mattered to this Robin Hood (anymore!). I was now simply/only infatuated with Ezzy and wanted to cajole her to marry me...and someday write some broad faerie-tale of incomplete-distances of lust/loneliness crossing with politics-for-campfire duty...free of keratin."

TO BE CONTINUED...