Recruit: To Perfect Thursday

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated (fictional) time-capsule claim of eco-capitalism 'hype' for insurance-islands direction catering to inter-religious (consumerism) phonemes.

Blood diamonds have become Earth-resource/circulations 'stigmata' in the 21st-Century world of commerce-linked social exchange for insured/assured customs and securities value for globalism-rhetoric, and this hypothetical/fictional eco-capitalism yarn caters to (general) fans of eco-rumor. Drawn from varied media, with no ties to any specific/special news.

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I'm offering this time-capsule memoir, buried in my New England backyard. I'm older and retired now, managing a restaurant in Boston-town. I was working as a self-titled "Foreign Irish Republican Army" (FIRA) vigilante for eco-capitalism 'agenda' in the early 21st-Century Earth of incomplete-distances readings for commerce/insurance 'image' for inter-religious consumerism (diamonds) bridge game to secured peace/customs in troubles and fare rich Belfast, Northern Ireland (United Kingdom). It was Halloween Day when I procured an 'image-deed' for Selfie-culture cleats.

I was born in Algeria and raised in Boston and pursued psychology and politics as a double-major before moving to the UK (Belfast) to manage a bookstore with a local clergyman I met in college for worldly titles of inter-religious significance and value. I heard of a story of an IRA-UVF street breakout concerning a new clan of youth claiming to be descendants of the controversial Black and Tans outfit in the UK of incomplete-lines readings for the 'leviathan' of manmade bureaucracy arts (of the dark-side). I decided then, in that bookstore, in the UK, to become Robin Hood.

BANK MANAGER: This guy had a Halloween Day eco-capitalism themed street-show.

INTERVIEW: Masked/costumed and theater-prop water-guns for antiviolence gossip.

BANK MANAGER: Filled his water-gun with bank-restroom made acid for the burn/swap.

INTERVIEW: Rumored 'conflict-zone gems' (Ion-co.) smuggled from Africa for Thursday.

BANK MANAGER: Insured treasures for consumer-thrill...we stay clean of street-gossip.

INTERVIEW: Sounds-dialysis for the 'cleats' of leviathan; insurance-IQ for gem-docs?

BANK MANAGER: Pre-Xmas consumerism lead catering to inter-religious mall-depression.

INTERVIEW: Interpol-like (thanx).

I procured the 'image-deed' on a very-special Halloween (Thursday), having grown up in Boston-town with a love of Samhain/Hallow's-Eve and donning my eco-costume/mask for insurance-hype in the pre-Xmas consumerism-rich streets of the UK (Belfast!). It was about $2M of (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamonds' (Ion-co.) requiring an insider-exchange for (Interpol-relation?) examination-eye stretching to the pockets of Catholic-Protestant shopper-homes in Northern Ireland (Facebook-like!).

GIRLFRIEND: You look like one of those psychos from those Purge films, hon.

ME: Just get me that Irish-curry stew I've become addicted to, girlfriend!

GIRLFRIEND: This is some eco-line for your Boston-town derived IQ for capitalism?

ME: Hey, petrol-politics is now 'linked' to Earth-resource/minerals vanity, surely.

GIRLFRIEND: When the Black/Tans discover your Catholic-bias, you'd need fly.

ME: Hey...Happy Halloween (it's Thursday).

My lady was right about my Boston-town 'class-education' for eco-capitalism 'IQ' catering to Catholic-Protestant consumerism and street-hype/gossip for my new Selfie age of commerce/lifestyle 'linked' capitalism consciousness in the UK, but it was a work of the economics/psyche of anticolonialism and governance mezzanine phones (by Eamon de Valera) that drew me away from bookshop nerdism and into the underground invisible hand-axes 'world' of Robin Hood wire (for the Ego).

GIRLFRIEND: Why water-guns with acid, hon?
ME: Shouldn't eco-capitalism yield a toylands-image for non-pollution docs (for all)?

GIRLFRIEND: You're an eco-exorcist, are ya?

ME: With shoes (leviathan).

GIRLFRIEND: You crawled out the bank-restroom window after tying up the escorting guardsman?

ME: Left insurance note, "Ion-co. prepaid insider-insurance stunt for new Catholic-Protestant mall."

GIRLFRIEND: Caked the security-camera with bubble-wrap with the media vault photo ballet.

ME: Wasn't Robin Hood some eco-face, darling (hmmm)?

GIRLFRIEND: Selfie-like (ok).

I enjoyed my lady's post-Halloween Irish-stew (for 'American' Thanksgiving) before return to the States and promised (her!) to adapt the eco-adventure for 'image-deed' into some (this one!) time-capsule telling for a social media 'expression' concerning incomplete-distances readings to the raw-leviathan of mod-Earthling eco-capitalism sportsmanship paranoia (for smugglers-intercepts fiction). This was taste (Selfie-like).

Had I become an eco-exorcist? What do you think, reader? Is Earthling-magic for the cleats of treasure-islands insurance 'image' a thing of great distances to pseudo-spiritual hand-axes of fatherlands (for all)? Now, I'm older/retired, and managing an eatery, where stew-and-bread mark the Selfie-lines of Earth's magical field goals (for leviathan). Thanx for reading, friends.