Lone-Star

Lone Star is a self-made adventure 'artist' who narrates his own time-capsule 'Selfie' of what's become Earth space expression of capitalism's (secret) dime.

A world Robin Hood like tale. 

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I'm a Lone Star. I'm not a cowboy or sheriff or soldier or artist but a simple thief, a blood-diamond thief. I learned of some conflict-zone gem smugglers roads from Africa stretching into North America for labor/resource extraction profits legends/maps and decided to swap these (rumored/insured) bloody-gems with eco-message glass-animal toys for consumerism Selfie-posts about transit dodecahedrons (for the Ego).

Of course the term 'Lone Star' to me invokes that Earthling helmet-line for incomplete-bureaucracy arts readings for environment heroics, but I'm no hero, just eco-paranoid, and my work centered around the Ion minerals being planned for a United Kingdom movement, which reminded me of my friendship/romance with an IRA-banker for mod-Earth images of pronounced 'guerrilla' fantasies.

HANNA: I missed you (Hawaii).

ME: You're not Hawaiian, Hanna.

HANNA: Yeah, well, thanx...I'm Asiatic.

ME: They don't say 'Oriental' anymore, do they?

HANNA: They also don't call flight-attendants stewardesses.

ME: Evolution of capitalism-magazine space...Facebook-like.

HANNA: Good.

BANK MANAGER: Glass animals for street-insurance paranoia.

INTERVIEW: Ion's rivals.

BANK MANAGER: Eco-capitalism vigilantism.

INTERVIEW: Interpol-relation insider-emotion.

BANK MANAGER: Robin Hood?

INTERVIEW: Western banks.

BANK MANAGER: Facebook-like (thanx).

READER: Water-guns inserted with glass tube and filled with acid.

ME: It's not chemical warfare, however.

READER: Used for bank-box burns and blood-diamonds swaps with glass-toys.

ME: Animals.

READER: Not chemical warfare in North America or the United Kingdom?

ME: Foreign Irish Republican Army (ha).

I became quite the Earth hopping eco-capitalist man of 'education' for 'academic' class IQ for the games of blood-gems in the 21st-Century Blue-Planet of global-warming and pluralism-consumerism insurance superstitions for our Super Bowl TV ad generation. I thought I felt like some Western quarterback, where winters were colder than summers for Selfie-diary (wow).

GIRLFRIEND: For me.

ME: Don't you feel like She-Hulk?

GIRLFRIEND: Blood Diamond fan?

ME: Why not (Facebook-like)?

With my 'acquired' new Earth acumen for eco-capitalism 'chess' for languages, I felt like I'd been exposed to the mod social media culture 'street' lits and languages of inventive pluralism life/exchanges 'drawn' Western commercial vanities bureaucracy-arts for the Ego (wow). Was I Robin Hood in a past life (somehow)?

INTERPOL OFFICER: Olympian?
ME: Summertime...fencing.
OFFICER: This language's dark and dangerous, friend.
ME: Hush...it's our Selfie-age of incomplete-distances readings for Hell.

OFFICER: Good for TV (farewell).

ME: Isn't France still the best?

I retired and decided to make 'toast' of my micro-celeb miracle of capitalism's bread/fruit with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and thought about who'd become my new Earth princess/bride. Perchance I'd found some hospitality-reading for the quality of fatso hand-axes for Kingdom 'field' goals (wow).

"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)