Misery's Phone-Cure

Portrait of fan-hysteria in this Stephen King adaptation of visualized/incomplete 'vanities' for Earthling cleats.

An adaptation/homage to what made the fan-disarray tale of writing-paranoia so incompletely bound Earthling, drawn from the visualization screen-adaptation, Misery (Stephen King), which I think you'll like (for its simplified leviathan). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced work of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' commentaries), 

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I'd been working on my great fashion bound Romanticism American novel concept of mannequin/Golem imagery drawn mystical magic of capitalism's arms of leviathan when my writer's vacation-trip rented white auto focus failed me and required some stranger to drag my unconscious body to the motel he managed where he promised to care for me to return me to my Selfie-consumerism culture readings age of 'cleats' bound commentary (for the Ego).

The stranger called himself Mr. Satan and was shown (by me) some of my pre-novel concept social media (cyber) blogs about mannequin-visage of consumerism fortune readings for Western (American Homeland) Selfie-culture and could sense the lifestyle-love of commerce I'd been using language-arts to construct with adjectives and immediately began to 'smell' that I'd become a soul of certain dictionary 'cleats' of leviathan (hmmm).

MR. SATAN: This doll-house work, lady, concerns some love-letter to capitalism.

ME: Surely, our sports-dolls and consumer/media culture 'cleats' are symbols, pal!

MR. SATAN: I feel both flustered and humility-bound with your acumen for worlds.

ME: Surely, you'd find some Romanticism for consumerism lines in your own?

MR. SATAN: No way, I'm no writer or anthropologist-psychologist (damn).

ME: I sense hilarious envy...you'll still chart your schedule to treat/care my ail.

MR. SATAN: I'm your butler for this disaster, lady-writer; and I've fixed your auto.

ME: Facebook-like!

Mr. Satan kept me in that motel-lodge longer than I needed to heal (fully!), and I knew then he'd grown eerily envious of my 'love-letter' concept of social media progressive consumerism doll-house leviathan languages for showcase/theater/sociology in the West (American Homeland), so I grabbed his table scissors, stabbed him in the neck, crawled out his motel dungeon he managed and sped-off in my repaired car and sneaked back into civilization to write-up this (secret) time-capsule retelling of the utter-misery created by a fan's simplified leviathan (Selfie-like).

MR. SATAN: Should we part (unexpectedly), you'll tell your friends about me.

ME: I guessed you'd want your eye for my consumerism love-letters secret!

MR. SATAN: Perchance I'd become some media-line 'celeb' for your cleats, lady.

ME: Isn't hospitality of Earth (American Homeland) a soupy doubt, Satan?

MR. SATAN: Like Irish-curry stew, lady...full of (simplified) envy and self-drawing.

ME: Cool (Facebook-like!).

"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)