Acid-Gym

Amlan Satan makes 'war' with his daddy for an exorcist-language in Homeland-Jersey to clear his freckled mind of growing eco-paranoia as the Paris Games fast approaches.

An epic life/culture tale of spirits of helmets, inspired (very loosely) by Amityville II: The Possession (Burt Young). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of spiritual fiction offers no ties to any real-life news-story/event (e.g., the Amityville tragedy) and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views). 

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AMLAN: I'm in love with you, housekeeper.

EZZY: I know I'm the visiting maid to your troubled Homeland-Jersey house, darling!

AMLAN: Then consider becoming my wife...and I'll share with you the darkness of everyday.

EZZY: You talk of your alcoholic father who needs exorcism, right?

AMLAN: You overheard me talking on the phone with the Father (local Catholic).

EZZY: Do you mind?

AMLAN: No, not if I want you in my life as a special bread (ok).

EZZY: What will you do?

AMLAN: Paris Olympics approaches (TV)...I seek exorcist hands to promote sports with daddy.

EZZY: As long as he's enjoying life/culture, there's less tremors from Hell, right?

AMLAN: Consider becoming my wife...I'll disclose my secrets of sportsmanship, Ezzy.

EZZY: Good.

Would Mr. Amlan Satan's storyboard be one of triumph or tragedy in a Homeland-Jersey 'haven' of incomplete-distances readings for the leviathan of life's troubles/consciousness? Ezzy, the housekeeper he now courted, now knew of this exorcist hand-axes 'agenda' to promote Paris Games home-comforts (TV!) with daddy (Emit) to rid the darkness of alcoholism in their shared townhouse. He wasn't ashamed of Ezzy.

FATHER NOLAN: Your house is cursed, son.

AMLAN: I want to marry Ezzy, Father.

EZZY: Amlan thinks this Olympics-TV exorcism shall offer remedy for Emit's drunkenness!

FATHER NOLAN: Amlan's working on some world eco-consciousness social media storyboard, no?

AMLAN: That I am, Father...perchance I share some acid-rain superstitions pre-Paris, Father.

EZZY: That's sounds-dialysis for this tale of home-sportsmanship, Father.

FATHER NOLAN: Excellence (Facebook-like).

As Amlan Satan poured into the Olympics and eco-consciousness presentations on social media, he thought about the good advice of Father Nolan and how hotly it offered a future-view of 'chess' for Ezzy and his promises made to her for bound-Romanticism. He started worrying, however, that acid-rain diagrams for fare-rich Blue-Planet cyber-commentary made for a bio-massive workshop adverb somehow 'sullying' his portrait of Olympics-TV access gauged home/residence life spirituality. The world was filled with mathematics requiring actual helmets.

FATHER NOLAN: Relax, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: This acid-rain is tearing at my fibers and muscles, Father!

FATHER NOLAN: You must keep cool for this exorcist hand-axes IQ with Emit, son.

AMLAN: You're speaking truths, but how I can cheer Olympics/Earth with acid-rain, Father?

FATHER NOLAN: Amlan Satan, you're merely coming-undone with the forces of Selfie-deterioration.

AMLAN: Leviathan (race-track phonics?).

FATHER NOLAN: Selfie-like (ok).

EMIT: Nonsense...Nadia Comaneci ain't American, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Would you listen to that photo-synthesis of Earth's gyms for home, Emit?

EMIT: I prefer Jack Daniel's.

AMLAN: Consider 'race-track' chemistry...an acidic gym.

EMIT: Maybe (ok).

EZZY: What'd your daddy say?
AMLAN: At first, "I prefer The Ladykillers (Tom Hanks)."

EZZY: He's possessed, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Whiskey (mostly).

EZZY: Still anxious about acid-rain stuff, love?
AMLAN: I'm over the cinema-frills of leviathan, Ezzy Satan.

EZZY: We ain't married yet, darling (ok).

FATHER NOLAN: What's this, son?
AMLAN: An Xmas-consumerism parody avatar-doodle, Father ("Evil_Elf").

FATHER NOLAN: So, you're taking fiancee Ezzy to the Echelon Mall, son?

AMLAN: Without doubt...post-Olympics computer/mouse shopping, Father!

FATHER NOLAN: Good (Selfie-like).

Proud and relieved Amlan made Ezzy some darling (Irish) stew for their restored (Catholic) faith in the comforts of (Homeland-Jersey) life, in their new (shared) townhouse in a community called Tomlinson Green, where incomplete-distances readings would remind them why TV created the consciousness of sportsmanship bread for 'race-track' work.

FATHER NOLAN: I feared for Satan's spirits.

FATHER DAMIAN: He was a real Jersey-case, friend.

FATHER NOLAN: Catholic-life...Olympics-TV...bread for knowledge.

FATHER DAMIAN: Did you see 21 Hours at Munich (Franco Nero)?

FATHER NOLAN: Race-track mnemonics (ha).

"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)