Evil_Elf: Richmond

A tale of distances, of Halloween 'dare' in the Homeland, for a criminal 'case' linked with the psyche's (certain) dramatization.

A graphic exploration of the perturbations of the psyche, for a tale of doctored incomplete-distances. Inspired by varied media/comics. Happy St. Patrick's Day, 

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DR. SATAN: "My real estate hideaway-studio is where I offer 'graphics' for Earthling-disorientation(s)."

READER: Is this some invention in blending Freudian-imagery with mod-Earth terrorism-paranoia, doc?

DR. SATAN: "You fail to breathe-in the breadth of bread/fruit for my 'composition' of brain-disarray."

READER: Perchance we'll find you as a new Mary Shelley, Hitchcock, or Clive Barker, doc?

DR. SATAN: "Perchance you make 'discovery' of me as the real Faust, friend(s)."

Dr. Satan (first-name: unknown) took-up (secret) residence in Richmond (American Homeland) and used a 'prototype' suburbia-studio (townhouse) where he used cyber-resource to cast special representations of the graphics/consciousness for complete biology/physics breakdowns for materialism-imagery relevant for inventions-arts in terrorism-superstitions, to cast himself as a new-age storyteller for the photo-synthesis of life, residence, paranoia, confidence, pseudo-sciences, and perhaps even something lurking...something more 'eerie' than simplified presentation of American Homeland dialysis (hmmm). Was this something democratic, Facebook like?

EZZY: You've no doubt these female-cop victims with corpses of glued-fingers is Doc Satan's IQ?
AJAY: He's the one doing it; then casting a double-psyche arts (Freudian-nonsense) platform!
EZZY: Why Richmond?
AJAY: It's a prototype town (American Homeland) for this mad-scientist, no doubt a fan of Hell!
EZZY: We're to knock on the door of his residence, as you've guessed it, for trick-or-treating?
AJAY: Me thinks we'll offer him a masked-challenge for hand-finger glue humor/charm games for IQ.
EZZY: Okay, so we walk-in, give him absinthe, glue his fingers-together, and dare him at darts?
AJAY: We give him leather (black!) mittens and he's to cusp his fingers together and throw darts.
EZZY: If he succeeds, we claim we've offered a Halloween social media 'complement' to the crimes.
AJAY: He'll eat it up...consider it a 'complement' for his fare-rich psyche-arts about mind-disarray!
EZZY: Meanwhile draw some policework-detective 'eyes' for his 'line' of inventive dialysis.

DR. SATAN: "I hate Halloween; some pair will knock (male/female), and one with gloves like mine."

READER: May be a 'nice' social media or Selfie-bound humor for body-psyche 'examination' art, doc?

DR. SATAN: "I doubt everything (thanx)."

Ajay and Ezzy, two libertine friends from Dartmouth, decided to pursue a 'vigilante' private-citizenry 'micro-crusade' to determine if the cult-fave 'mad-doc' (Dr. Satan) was indeed the culprit behind the string of new Richmond-area crimes of policewomen found shot in the head (silencer-gun theories), with their dead-body corpse hand-fingers glued together! They guessed which 'eerie' house the mad-doc would use as his cyber-studio for his complementary-arts representations of inventions in Earth-composition 'texture' weaving for network-superstitions and (somehow) knew that Dr. Satan would have in his 'lair' some rich-diagram of the link between body-physique...and Earth-transit dystopia (hmmm).

When they entered his Richmond 'lair' on Halloween-Eve, they did find a physique-image, but of a lightly-drawn face-visage of a young lady (American?) painting her eyebrows...perchance some reflection of a texture-consciousness for the sinews/seams of choreographed entire-Earthling systems 'consciousness' for the weave(s) of life's disorientations (hmmm).

AJAY/EZZY: Knock, knock!

DR. SATAN: Yes, yes, come-in, for this stranger wage for your Eve (Halloween) theater, friends.

AJAY/EZZY: Nice lady-face (eyebrows?) stencil, good-fellow.

DR. SATAN: Why this absinthe challenge for a dart-game for Halloween, friends?

AJAY/EZZY: We glue your fingers together, put on these (black) leather mittens, and you target!

DR. SATAN: If I succeed, friends?

AJAY/EZZY: We'll cast you (on social media!) as a 'friendly' gamesman, for Halloween's darkness.

DR. SATAN: Aha, celebrity (thanx).

After much darts and absinthe and laughter and music, and some hospitality-IQ for Ajay/Ezzy, with Dr. Satan gifting the two (masked) 'strangers' special pepperoni-cheese grilled foods (sandwiches), the two self-proclaimed 'detectives' concluded the mad-doc was (in deed) the culprit behind the policewomen bloody-murders in the Richmond-area of incomplete-distances readings to life-mixed criminal-insanity for transit-texture 'superstition' presentations of (certainly) 'depression' terrorism for bureaucracy-IQ (wow).

INTERVIEW: What was his case?
AJAY/EZZY: Oh, he had a case-of-monkeys (shining), pal!

INTERVIEW: You opt to keep yourselves a (dark) secret.

AJAY/EZZY: Let the authorities revel in this trumpet for Freudian-storyboards, pal.

INTERVIEW: He was quite good at throwing-darts with (black) mittens on his hands?

AJAY/EZZY: Yeah...with a finger-glued humor about life's dyskinesia, ha.

INTERVIEW: Are you two retiring for a horror-comics venture to Belgium?

AJAY/EZZY: That's our claim...for social media's dowry.

INTERVIEW: Congrats (for Freud!).

DR. SATAN: What'd you like about it?

PSYCHIATRIST: A consumerism-parody 'doodle-avatar' for Xmas-theme, doc?

DR. SATAN: Evil_Elf...mod-messenger of incomplete-distances readings to life's activity, doc.

PSYCHIATRIST: Thank God for divisions, eh?

DR. SATAN: You said it (thanx).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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