A Doll's Wire

An Earth-prince contends with his demon-possessed dad (Emit) for alcoholism while negotiating the spaces/distance of a sportsmanship-wire for evil.

An adaptation of the iconic American treasure story of darkness Amityville II (Burt Young), adapted from a real-life American tragedy. 

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Let me tell you my (secret!) journal-account of my examination with my demonically-possessed father (Emit) who became alcoholism infused in our (shared) Homeland-Jersey town-house which drew in me a Selfie-consumerism sportsmanship culture 'leviathan' for all things dodecahedron (for the Ego). Follow along, friends, in this time-capsule retelling of a Western (American Homeland) book-helmet.

EMIT: I drink because I'm dying to catch those mice scurrying around in here!
ME: Let me soothe your rodent-residence paranoia with a cool storytelling, dad.

EMIT: No faerie-tale will ease the beast of my dark-residence presences, sonny.

ME: You're rambling-on about gibberish, sonny; this is an Earth-sport duty game.

EMIT: We'll cast-away that demon of the house-mice infestation with mythology!

ME: You can't cure paranoia about rodents with faerie-tales, sonny-gem?
EMIT: You've uttered the right-language; but I want to kill that mouse.

ME: What if that scurrying-rodent is something special for real estate magic IQ?

EMIT: Proof is in the pudding, sonny-lad.

ME: Perchance this mouse is talking some photo-fiction for mobilized athletics.

EMIT: Maybe (Selfie-like).

Emit was half-cured post-conversation with my own 'gibberish' about athletics-rodent image for home-residence sanity, and I found myself working inside the circle(s) of father-son hellmouths for Earth distances reflective of a Selfie/media culture of inventions in cartoons/cinema for imagery concerning the sternness of alcoholism's dodecahedrons (for the Ego!).

EMIT: You showcase your doll-collection for a media-age cartoon for escapism.

ME: You're right about these doll-angels reflecting my escapism from mice.

EMIT: You substitute these doll angels for your work with my mice-paranoia, son.

ME: What if these dolls case a home-dominion Realism for space-share sports?

EMIT: What, like Super Bowl fantasy-comforts for house-mice infestation fear?

ME: Why not...for bureaucracy's rational-number?

EMIT: You're an idealist (dollmaker-thanksgiving).

I escaped from Emit's gibberish-hellmouth with a simple killing. I shot my father with a silencer-gun on Xmas-Eve, and I recount this American tragedy in a time-capsule for all to know that the father-son sportsmanship-wire for dolls and gods invokes that darkness and 'cartoon-fantasy' for contouring leviathan...with simplified bread.

"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)