American Sorceress: Photo-Qualification

A Story by Abishai100

Man narrates Earth view for securities-expressions and superstitious threats to manmade bureaucracy in world-time for hospitality-leviathan.

A world metaphysics vignette inspired loosely by Capitalism: A Love Story (Michael Moore). Thanks so much for reading,

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I was at Mardi-Gras when I encountered a swamps-forest waters area woman clothed as some kind of faerie-tale messenger and went by the named Sorceress and wanted to know of my commitments to Earth spaces for life-linked social rhetoric concerning the modern 'troubles' of manmade bureaucracy hell like terrorism and bad capitalism (wow). This Sorceress claimed she was some kind of humanoid 'visitor' in our environment-midst of readings of sportsmanship value gone awry and wanted to test my mettle for what drew me to Mardis-Gras storyboards for the Ego.

SORCERESS: Life's a grammar, no?
ME: There's sure lots of troubles for the language of the human network, Sorceress.

SORCERESS: Are you versed in the canon of manmade transit structure-games.
ME: Hey, we humans care about eco-capitalism and sports-TV for Earth sanity!

SORCERESS: Seems there need be some prince-messenger of distances to Heaven.

ME: Am I this prince of yours, Sorceress (Selfie-like)?

SORCERESS: Good (leviathan-image).

This Sorceress wanted me to examine the distribution of social-net images of leviathan, of uncertainty beasts in the sea of Earth spaces activity for intelligence/art. She wanted me to examine the TV/screen/cinema proliferation of explosive concepts of fear, invasion, piracy, consumerism indulgence rhetoric, and potential collapse of the sportsmanship 'system' of manmade cleats (for the Ego). I wondered if she wanted me to write something about the ill-fate of Eden (Paradise/Earth) drawing society, our worldly-world, to the end zones of certain doom (or Western bank notes!).

I decided to be moved by the Sorceress and returned to my Homeland-Jersey home in my small town of Echelon where I'd use my antique Cali-typewriter to pen a Pulitzer-caliber novel concept about incomplete-distances readings for the Selfie-consumerism commentary culture deposits of our Earth-stadiums. Was I becoming the saint for the Sorceress, a messenger of incomplete bureaucracy-boxing (for Hell)?