World Encounter Train: Den/Physics {Art-Chiasma}

Portrait of princely-encounter with an unidentified legion of mystery/darkness for an Earth-realm defense-cleats for simplified destiny.

An adaptation of that iconic/forgotten(?) world invasion superstition dark faerie-tale adapted Something Wicked This Way Comes (Ray Bradbury). Thanks for reading (Happy Summer), 

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I was learning of the superstitions of sportsmanship and Selfie-fanfare images of world field goals of American football interest/storytelling when I learned of a special presence of a special legion of specters of the dark-side lurking in my basement, who wanted to create a special languages-reading for my life/citizenry hyperbole (for the Ego!).

The legion of specters, hiding in my suburbia-residence basement, was a messenger-legion I'd liken to the rebel-angel forces of Satan, the Devil, adversary of Paradise/God, and knew they'd offer me a special vertigo-line for consciousness IQ, and I had to heed their lines of image/vanity. The legion of specters made themselves known to me, as special Golems of human civilization, as dolls, comics-avatars, and demi-gods of capitalism/rationalism hyperbole, and they presented themselves with exorcism cleats for my fiction re-telling, which is what I'm doing for you Earthling readers of religion-story (Selfie-like!).

LEGION: We come to you, prince, with visage-faces of world-avatar rendering.

ME: You're an exorcism-doll, ancient-deity mystery, and comics-arts vanity?

LEGION: We're a haunted doll, an ancient-myth underworld deity, and villain.

ME: Annabelle, Medusa, Ra's al Ghul...all human-realm incompleteness for chaos.

LEGION: You're prepped for this engagement 'examination' for bureaucracy-books!

ME: I guess I'm your medium-artist for ads of train-comings of vertigo, ok.

LEGION: Facebook-like?

LEGION: You guess our message?
ME: Why don't you self-exile in our ocean-abyss as critics of fortunes (ok)?

LEGION: Sounds sharpness, prince of Earth; but you must keep secrets!

ME: I guess this is simplified uncertainty readings for exorcisms/priests.

LEGION: Good...we're departing as isolationists and critics of your Heaven.

ME: I'll contemplate your depths with a novel concept adaptation (Dark Thorax).

LEGION: Pulitzer-weight (Facebook-like?).

ME: Surely (farewell, for fiction).

That was something wicked this way came for me (surely!). However, I made the promise to this legion of messengers to adapt their language-arts for a novel concept and proceeded to create this superstitions-rich imagery-bound storyboard for the nature-frailty of Earth's depths. They were now deep somewhere, in our Earth-ocean abyss somewhere, forever critical of our fortune/capitalism vanities, but they were distanced (safely/sanely), and I'd become their medium-secret man for storytelling and secrets of Hell (ok). I decided to take a train-journey in the West and hoped I'd never (ever!) again have to perform such a complexity theory 'examination' for the lines of universal anarchy-evasion (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)