Details: Thorn

A Story by Abishai100

Time-capsule 'claim' of an Earth prince's dream-sleep vision 'contact-examination' with a challenging Lucifer-message about (certain) capitalism-wire.

A tale of incomplete-lines readings to the 'leviathan' of religious bureaucracy, inspired by the excellent/offbeat (Western) civilization dogma 'dialysis' cinema, The Devil's Advocate (Keanu Reeves). Thanks so much for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative (religion-folklore) fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Christian 'War-in-Heaven') and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translations).

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I was constructing a special daydream Earth-treasures eco-storyboard about the magic of a special shiny rock of glass-like appearance/feeling called Obsidian. I found this special textured shiny-glass Obsidian material the right-stuff image for Earthling images of possession of resource/fortune/luxury for man's eco-vanities. That's why the Devil (Lucifer) contacted me, in a dream-sleep vision about capitalism's arms of leviathan (for the Ego). Follow along, friends (in this 'secret' time-capsule telling I'm burying in my Homeland-Jersey suburbia area - 'Echelon' - townhouse backyard for future-world archaeological 'discovery' of capitalism couture imagery for leviathan).

I've been studying the works of Frantz Fanon and Edward Abbey for inventions in governance/etiquette for capitalism 'arms' of leviathan after becoming involved in such intrigue in an Ivy-campus study about Selfie-culture drawings for fortune imagery and commerce 'intelligence' of great sovereignty mezzanines (Facebook-like!).

So, having become this Earthling 'prince' of fortune/intelligence mezzanines for Selfie-consumerism/treasure/insurance/confidence commentary, I proceeded to create my special Obsidian glassy-shiny rock superstitions storyboard about capitalism's arms of leviathan, for a resource/minerals/Earthling 'examination' of incomplete-distances readings to the life-linked image of commercial comforts (for the Ego). What did the Devil want with my Selfie-coaching?

LUCIFER (The Devil): It's your fashion-designer wife that concerns me, prince.

ME (Mr. Amlan Satan): We share a nominal name, but I'm Algerian-American.

LUCIFER: Ha, yeah, we both share a 'Satan' name-title; yours is Algerian-French?

ME: I know of a certain North American ice-hockey figure with Satan-surname!

LUCIFER: I know of it; you can see you're an Earthling of personality-messaging?

ME: Why my wife; or her immersion in fashion/media 'consciousness' for IQ, Devil?

LUCIFER: I appear to you in your (own) dream-sleep vision for leviathan-chess, pal.

ME: This has something to do with your nature-grudge with God's Earth (Eden).

LUCIFER: Capitalism's 'fashion' for the Ego erects resourcing designs of doom, no?

ME: Am I to think of myself as a 'captain' of Selfie-prayers (for the Ego)?
LUCIFER: Why not (Selfie-like)?

Lucifer (the Devil, or 'Satan') wanted me to think of the logistics of a warrantable fantasy-adventure of a mission to Mars which would draw our capitalism 'race' to a discovery of a Martian-underground 'agenda' constructed by the Devil himself, with Lucifer poised/disguised in the Red-Planet underground as a self-titled 'alien' with a draw for humans into the conception of fortune/ambition sharing as a mind's eye line-cutting for enhanced views of luxury-compatibility (vanity). Was this Facebook-like?

ME: What if I refuse this stranger Martian/Satanic temptation 'examination' for IQ?

LUCIFER: Well, you'd forego your Selfie-captaincy for archaeological rocks, pal!

ME: Isn't this what God warned Adam/Eve in the Garden of Eden (knowledge)?

LUCIFER: That's entire game, prince of Earth...lines of time-IQ for contests, ha.

ME: I feel like the AntiChrist or Renfield, Satan.

LUCIFER: Think of yourself...as Margaret Mead like (ha).

ME: Geez (Selfie-like?).

LUCIFER: Fan of (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chats, pal?
ME: I like many things of Earthling textures of bread/fruit/glass/zest, Lucifer (ok).

LUCIFER: Why not enhanced your Obsidian-view with luchi and Martian-pearls (ha)?

ME: I guess I've become your special messenger for your 'contest-image' with God!

LUCIFER: You're my diplomat, Mr. Satan...way more 'cool' than Job (himself).

ME: Geez (Facebook-like?).

In my dream-sleep vision of 'contact-examination' with Lucifer (the Devil, or Satan), I refused the adversary's challenge-offer; when I woke I nevertheless decided to 'construct' this special imagery-rich time-capsule telling of what makes human view for treasure, network, fortune, bread, 'insurance' IQ, tribulation/contests, and worldly leviathan 'consciousness' for the Ego...a simplified Selfie-banks intuition for the cleats of television-jewelry (e.g., Eagles-Cowboys rivalry). I didn't want to be Job (Selfie-like).