Microsphere of a Discrete Cowboy/Prince: Theocracy

Wild intuitions for the American Dream construct this unusual portrait (fictional) of wrought fortunes for re-presented Earthling electricity.

A fortune tale of self-reflection and American dominion construction-labelings, inspired by Giant (George Stevens). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of original/inspired American fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' folklore/translation). 

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Mr. Amlan Satan had found a golden ticket trophy, a Gold Rush memoir poster of authentic history/record and design from that old generation reading of migrations and motions in the American Homeland vanities of the purified hunt for treasures and investments of a simply competitive/speculative/settler quality for Selfie-commentary and citizenry patriotism among today's Western/American folks (for the Ego).

READER: This is liquid, and it's gold, and it's worth $1m undoubted, Satan.

AMLAN: I know it, and I'm looking for a darling investor company representation.

READER: Geez, find a gorgeous rancher-daughter darling for some comic book.

AMLAN: That's what we need, surely...American flyers of simply wire-candy (ok).

Well, an American peach darling daddy-big empire ranch-daughter is precisely whom he met for his new-construction company representation to make toast of his American Homeland (history/record) discovery and now wanted to cast her as a special modern Western/USA 'Aphrodite' or 'Galatea' of incomplete-distances readings of that quality of hand-axes artistry of the attacked American Dream of capitalism's calendar-fate (e.g., 9/11). This was inventive medicine image, for leviathan.

READER: You've aliased your trophy-goddess.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Anyone can find hospitality in America through taste/kitchens.

READER: Is that really true, mister?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: This is a nation of inventive plating...we make memories.

READER: Yum (New Orleans to Alaska).

Few knew Mr. Amlan Satan, a real cowboy-mod type, was a graduate of a very unusual educational program that reared its ambitious students, from around Earth's corners, to think of dominion-reach for capitalism 'theory' as a giant animal-horse ranch for Earthling helmets. It's what made him a natural theater genius (wow).

READER: Your trophy-goddess, an angel for your cowboy, is legal?

AMLAN: Without leviathan, bud.

READER: Why's the Texan-sheriff after your company/Dartmouth?

AMLAN: There's rumors I'm mired in blood-diamond interceptions.

READER: So you've acquired special street-gossip aura (ha).

AMLAN: It's fiction, so there's no harm...Americans grow into celebrity/humor.

READER: Well, let's hope you're a real-deal cowboy, of the mod-variety, bud.

AMLAN: Hey, that Texan sheriff's also called me Willy Wonka (ha).

READER: Cool!

INTERPOL: "Blood-diamond corruption threatens 'rogue' finance/TV woe."

DAKOTA: You're my darling, prince.

AMLAN: I'm a real cowboy, you know.

DAKOTA: We're so fortunate; and daddy loves you.

AMLAN: Selfie-like?

The odd-kicker of this 'classic' Earthling (American!) tale of incomplete-distances to the cleats of the modern capitalist daydream was that Mr. Amlan Satan, our protagonist (antihero?) prince of the Homeland, had learned to become a terrific cowboy-music/country dancer and wooed his hometown investor-pals with a darling-theater of 9/11 commemoration/patriotism performance for local-TV with Dakota (his 'trophy-goddess') and gained the social-media posted praise of that darn Texan sheriff who once poked-fun that he was simply a mod-capitalist 'giant' Wonka (for the Ego). Sometimes, the American Dream is (simply) child-like. What do you think (for leviathan)?

"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)