The Great Son

Adaptation of the Amityville icon-tragedy of religion's dodecahedrons which was adapted into art/cinema, for wrought hand-axes 'intelligence' in spy-games of injury.

An adaptation of the real American tragedy-horror tale Amityville: The Possession (Burt Young), which I hope you like, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction/adaptation offers no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., William Shakespeare) and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views). 

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Amlan Satan tried to connect with his lady-hawk angel of love, his girlfriend in New England, about his alcoholic-father (Emit) who distressed him while he played with his robot-engineering diagrams in their shared townhouse; he began to hear demons in his head, and he told his girlfriend (Ezzy) that the voices told him to bloody murder Emit. Ezzy told him to focus on toylands-image and transcend the demons of such (American Homeland) leviathan for the Ego.

AMLAN: They speak to me, darling.

EZZY: I'm not a nun, my honey!

AMLAN: I'll get a rifle and shoot the alcoholic on Halloween's Eve, darling.

EZZY: I'll refer you to a very-special priest, my honey (for real image).

AMLAN: Thanx (Selfie-like).

The protagonist antihero 'prince' of this darkened tale of incomplete-distances to darkened sportsmanship-lines for Homeland (American) comforts for 'consciousness' (Mr. Amlan Satan) thought he found two angels for counsel in Ezzy (his girlfriend) and the priest she recruited for his salvation (Father Adamsky) to deter him from bloody-murder in our shared Selfie-hospitality culture of residency-comforts in sanity-control (wow).

FATHER ADAMSKY: You blew him away on Halloween, son of perdition.

AMLAN: I'm the ghost-magic Hamlet reborn, Father!

FATHER ADAMSKY: You're incarcerated here/now for Catholic-reinvention, son.

AMLAN: All's I care about in this pit-of-darkness is my Ophelia then.

FATHER ADAMSKY: Ezzy's doing just fine, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: At least alcoholism's half-dead.

FATHER ADAMSKY: This is leviathan and you need some animation-exercise.

AMLAN: Are you right?

Was Father Adamsky right? Was Amlan Satan an American tragedy that Halloweentime bloody-murder 'journal' season of incomplete-distances readings for the erosion of consciousness? He claimed he was moved by his inner voices of 'consciousness' to shoot Emit (his father) rather than seek medicine; and now in incarceration, the poor bad-son confessed why/how his darling-angel (Ezzy) had hoped to infuse in his tragic Earthling soul a better-sportsmanship cartoon-face for all that'd become Blue-Planet art for therapeutic fiction (wow).

ADAMSKY: I took the demon-possessed boy's blackness onto myself.

PRIEST HOLMES: There's a fortune-reading 'game' for this exorcist-vanity, Father.

ADAMSKY: At least I've friends like you for acquired senses of Catholic-support.

PRIEST HOLMES: Could be worse...Amlan could be an Irish Republican Army stat.

ADAMSKY: There's always teamwork in Earth's fortune-figure, Father (no?).

PRIEST HOLMES: Without doubt(s).

When Adamsky discovered the dead-body of Amlan Satan, who committed suicide in a therapy-center bathroom bathtub one Saturday-AM of dark-skies readings of incomplete-consciousness, he recounted the advice of his church's priest-friend (Father Holmes) and wondered if this (very-real) American tragedy of social media disarray would yield a journalism 'account' for the photo-synthesis for fortune-readings in Heaven/Hell (for all!).

"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)