Ivory Coast War Metric

An eco-capitalism vigilante fiction of high-diamonds lines and inventive social examination eyes for Cote d'Ivoire 'sovereignty-cleats' fit to order.

A Summer heist fable set in Cote d'Ivoire (the "Ivory Coast"). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no ties to the Ivory Coast and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translations). 

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Mr. Amlan Satan set out to the Ivory Coast for a bank swap of rumored/insured blood-diamonds (African warlord mined conflict-zone gems for rogue finances/smugglers) which made underground cyber-gossip for pirate-exploitation laughter of the eco-capitalist 'stalemates' for Selfie-languages.

SATAN (Amlan!): "The flora of Cote d'Ivoire leaves nothing undesirable in the imagination; and talk of sullied conflict-zone gems for smugglers roads exploitations laughter requires a street-insurance social media gossip for cleaner environments in a claim for prepaid-theater of the eco-capitalist variety in Selfie-languages (for the Ego)."

Now, Cote d'Ivoire had seen much in the way of both Romanticism and production-profit IQ, as varied tribes/clans/kingdoms made this region of Earth (West Africa) quite interesting for history/record, and French colonial rule was displaced with the choreographed farm/goods/production self-seizures orchestrated by a native-son/leader who eventually saw the area of much intrigue settle into great cocoa production for world-chocolate imagery, which made it a tale of 'wire' banks superstitions (for the Ego).

BANK MANAGER: This guy was in sunglasses and Coronavirus mask on Halloween Day.

INTERVIEW: Swapped the rumored/insured (Ion-co.) 'blood-diamonds' with glass-animal toys.

BANK MANAGER: Eco-insurance theater, with prop water-rifle filled with acid, or insider-game?

INTERVIEW: Mayber Ion sent an agent for street-theater of insured treasures for media-gossip!

BANK MANAGER: We'll stay cleaner away from this media-image of consumerism-Selfie faces.

INTERVIEW: Leviathan (fine).

READER: You claim you're that Robin Hood of the Ivory Coast, eh?
SATAN: Let's just say eco-capitalism vigilantes need not much 'Ronin' talk!

READER: Why should I believe you're the vault-acid cracker for Halloween?

SATAN: Who cares if it's me...if Interpol-examination 'eye' reaches blood-diamond IQ?

READER: Selfie-like (leviathan!).

GIRLFRIEND: Welcome back (to Boston-town), Satan.

SATAN: I feel like James Bond, darling.

GIRLFRIEND: Wanna take in a Valentine's film (Netflix)?

SATAN: Why not...for incomplete-bureaucracy art/cleats?

GIRLFRIEND: Leviathan (fine).

INSPECTOR CLOUSEAU: If Ion sent an agent from within, it's eco-insurance theater for hype.

CONSULTANT: Cote d'Ivoire is still cheering its world-football trumpet with Nigeria, Inspector!

CLOUSEAU: I know your concern(s), friend; this is cinema-expression for eco-capitalist banks.

CONSULTANT: Perchance it links to football consumerism ads in the West (American Homeland)?

CLOUSEAU: Who doesn't like Notre Dame (TV)...for leviathan/fiction?

Years later, we find Satan settled/married in Boston-town (New England), enjoying the Autum-season amenity of college-athletics access TV for Western culture/handshakes, long-past that Ivory Coast memoir of Robin Hood proportion(s) for the spirits. Well, Ion did in deeds draw (Interpol-relation?) examination eye, and Mr. Amlan Satan, our protagonist antihero 'prince' of this odd West African Earth 'faerie-tale' of darker diamonds lines, found himself with a more bound-Romanticism feel for what'd become a Cote d'Ivoire expression for world-track diamonds (for the Ego?).

"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)