Belfast's Quarter

A tall-tale of eco-capitalism 'dowry' leviathan intelligence for UK-distances to commerce-linked customs-lace for globe-rhetoric.

A tale about incomplete-lines to commerce/network intrigue for IQ, concerning the UK-complexities surrounding the controversial Catholic-Protestant dialysis of the IRA and the modern challenge 'game' of eco-capitalism. Inspired (loosely) by The Devil's Own (Alan J. Pakula). Thanks so much for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction and politics dramatization offers no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., NBC) and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translations). 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "This Belfast (UK) blood-gem swap is consumerism-Halloween."

Our protagonist hero-prince (Amlan Satan) marched into a Belfast, Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) bank on Halloween Day in street-theater performance costume/mask and wielding a prop water-rifle inserted with a thin-glass tube in the shooting-piston (which he filled with bank-restroom made acid) and claimed he'd been sent by a rival company of the Ion-co., which had stored (rumored/insured) conflict-zone gems from smugglers highways in Sierra Leone for labor/resource extractions exploitations, and was escorted to the vault-boxes room by the guardsman for insurance-theater box-photos and tied up the guardsman and burned the Ion-box and swapped the 'blood-diamonds' with eco-message glass-animal toys before sneaking out the bank-restroom window (wow).

INTERVIEW: This was some Interpol-relation blood-diamond insurance language?

BANK MANAGER: The Ion-co. (rumored/insured) conflict-zone gems are unknown.

INTERVIEW: You wish to stay out of this loop of street-treasures gossip, eh?

BANK MANAGER: We'd not like to be part of any eco-IQ for Ion and his rival(s).

INTERVIEW: Was it some Interpol-relation 'insider' language (for insurance)?

BANK MANAGER: Unsure...but these 'cleats' make for Belfast-UK fiction.

INTERVIEW: Hyperbole for diamonds and history (fiction!).

Folks, Amlan Satan was his own self-titled vigilante for eco-capitalism, the lone/freelance agent of what he called the "Foreign Irish Republican Army" (FIRA), given his Catholic but non-Irish identity/status, traveled from Boston-town (New England) to Northern Ireland, for this Halloween Day (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamond' operations for street-insurance gossip in the 21st-Century fare-rich Blue-Planet of incomplete-distances readings to commerce/consumerism 'wed' street-life and net-activity commentary for (inter-religious?) dodecahedrons.

ESMERELDA (Waitress): You want me to pose as your theater mock hostage?

SATAN: This is the work of the Devil, Ezzy...I need some anime-art image!

ESMERELDA: I don't know anything about eco-capitalism; I'm a Belfast waitress.

SATAN: You just pretend to leave without cue while I'm in the vault-room!

ESMERELDA: And then we reconnect in your hotel-room, pre-flight to Brussels?

SATAN: Trust me, Ezzy...this is Selfie-like.

You see, Mr. Amlan Satan had been versed in varied texts concerning incomplete-distances readings to world-governance for pluralism, economics, and street-life; and it pertained to subjects for French, English, and Dutch colonialism 'matter' for hellmouths before he darted to Belfast-UK for this rumored-insured blood-diamond intelligence language for Halloween Day theater for the bureaucracy-artists.

SHELBYE (Belfast-Inn Housekeeper): You and Esmerelda are staying here long?

AMLAN: Just for the month, sweet-lady...you want to come with us?

SHELBYE: To Brussels/Belgium, Mr. Satan?

AMLAN: Well, I got wind that some Black/Tans gang-descendants were chirping.

SHELBYE: They harass me en-route to work sometimes, Mr. Satan!

AMLAN: I saw it while parked and eating bread in my rented auto, sweet-lady.

SHELBYE: What's in Brussels/Belgium?

AMLAN: An image for escapism-for-cleats...if you like.

Pre-flight to Belgium, Amlan Satan destroyed a fleet of smugglers vehicles riding into Northern Ireland carrying (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamonds' after forcing the drivers out with his acid-gun and made the insurance comment for street-gossip (drawing Interpol-relation examination-eye), "Destroyers for taken transported diamonds pre-insurance reports for Parliament's new commerce-policy talks for Catholic-Protestant shopping in the UK."

Shelbye, the Belfast-inn maid, was indeed being harassed by a gang of 'descendants' of Protestant Black-and-Tans for her courteous 'hospitality-image' for visiting non-Irish tourists in troubles-rich Northern Ireland (UK), which is why Amlan/Esmerelda proposed she escape to Belgium with them...and she agreed! This became a mod-Earth space eco-capitalism 'agenda' for the fiction of capitalism-race 'chess' duty (wow).

AMLAN: Isn't this great...Brussels-cable for Notre-Dame TV?

ESMERELDA: We're the trio for company's end zones, friend.

SHELBYE: Much nicer hotel than Belfast!

AMLAN: Sounds-dialysis; we're a sportsmanship-trio, for fiction ruins (ha).

ESMERELDA: Good (eco-capitalism dowry magnetized!).

"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)

Reviews

[Sapphus]

I really enjoyed your post. Well done.

[Tom]

A fabricated tale even so I sense an overall warmth and hospitally that exudes from the peoples of Northern Ireland Uk, irrrespective of class, creed and colour, all will be made welcome here in this small yet popular province!