Mannequin Art Phylum: A Catholic Field Goal

Mr. Amlan Satan thinks his mall mannequin whispers Romanticism, but his Catholic faith invokes a larger wonder about sportsmanship's duty/leviathan.

A fanfiction of Mannequin (Michael Gottlieb). 

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Amlan Satan sat in a convenience-gas station store food area thinking deeply now about the quality of synthesized mentalism for capitalism's arms in the American Homeland before he heard that special doll whispering to him within a shopping complex. The mall-mannequin was inhabited by the femme-spirit of an ancient-world lady whose ghost sought some 21st-Century Western (American Homeland) 'prince' for an incomplete-distances readings in Selfie-consumerism commentary culture confidence for art (hmmm).

DOLL: I'm actually not a statue or mannequin or doll, Satan!
AMLAN: What's it...I'm going insane?

DOLL: I'm here for your Catholic faith, I know it.

AMLAN: You want me to fall for you inside a shopping complex.

DOLL: What's so eerie about that...but you need some goal-image for value.
AMLAN: How about the Irish Republican Army...a state of pluralism-dialysis?

DOLL: I know of UK Catholic-Protestant street/consumerism life woes, Satan.

AMLAN: I know of a blood-diamond storage in Belfast; I wage eco-capitalism IQ.

DOLL: Earth-minerals mining superstitions for inter-religious capitalism chess!

AMLAN: Think it, doll...a shopping-complex drawn education for all Christians.

DOLL: Selfie-like, Satan?

AMLAN: Good (I'll return to you!).

After the deed was acquired, our protagonist antihero prince of the West (American Homeland) made 'mark' of his shopping-complex doll/mannequin with a bright kiss and a promise that his eco-capitalism heroics linked to a consumerism statue-image of capitalism's very-special aura of Romanticism. However, he wondered if this was real or some 'leviathan' for fortune's dialysis.

DOLL: I'm very real!

AMLAN: Only to me.

DOLL: That's enough, no?

AMLAN: Only to me.

DOLL: This is potluck.

What would unfold for Satan (Amlan!) and his shopping complex figurine/spirit? Would he believe in her? Would she count his Catholic superstition as value for bound Romanticism (now)? In this mod-Earth 'sportsmanship' culture of incomplete-distances readings of traffic's hospitality-lines and social media 'consciousness' for arts, our protagonist pair of heroists-for-leviathan had found a cool/private mechanics for the stretch of life's adverbial securities...for confidence.

"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)