The Diagonal-Tree

Portrait of capitalist deep-thought prompting serious lines of 'field goals' for camp-consciousness and Selfie-controls for universal (spiritual) forms of threat.

A capitalism-theory 'omen' tale, inspired by the risk-and-gambling warning concepts/themes from Hard Eight (Gwyneth Paltrow). 

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I was studying a special commerce insurance bridge between Algiers and Belfast for special treasure-islands 'IQ' game for conflict-zone gems smugglers exploitations swiftness ('blood-diamonds') and thought about the structure and psyche-engineering of world gambling 'troubles' that intimated the deep dark complication of the Tree of Knowledge itself, for my Selfie age of lifestyle 'linked' dodecahedrons (wow).

INTERPOL: "Blood-diamond corruption makes 'rogue' finance/piracy myth."

The Bible warns us not to take the term 'fool' lightly, and there's this natural Earth/universe consciousness 'glitch' concerning a nature-wrath to overlook the daily sensibilities of the afforded credit of others' intuitions for daily survival and world-adaptation skills, so as to not take calling someone 'foolish' lightly. This is a simple glitch of existence; and I wondered if my intimations of the 'troubles' of treasure-islands insurance IQ for the capitalist Tree of Knowledge invited (invisibly!) some 'force' of dark message about natural frailty of unpredictable frequencies of fortune inflation counts. I was horrified to discover I was perhaps right in this weird hypothesis (for the Ego!).

WOMAN: You know why I wear mask.

ME: You're a messenger from the dark side?

WOMAN: You guessed it, pal.

ME: What, like a Martian or the Devil's girlfriend?

WOMAN: Don't doubt either, pal.

ME: What if you're just some crazed hippie peering into my truck in that mask?

WOMAN: You won't think such things when I deliver my message here (now!).

ME: What's the message...I'm just a capitalist, lady (ha).

WOMAN: You know of the universe 'glitch' gambled act for risk/outcomes, surely?

ME: This sounds like some David Mamet screenplay quote, lady.

WOMAN: Maybe it is...there's an invitation for martyrdom with risk-indulgence!

ME: That sounds clever.

WOMAN: It is...you need to find a camp-securities feeling for capitalism-Selfie.
ME: That sounds right...thanx (whoever you are!).

WOMAN: I read your posts (online); I knew your address; that's how I found you.

ME: Well...I'll take the reader-advice into arms and adapt my next-write, lady.

WOMAN: Good for leviathan/uncertainty (farewell).

ME: I'll get that home-invasion phone-book film (The Strangers).

Who was she? I found myself in the UK the next-Xmas, and I decided to pen her in one of my social media posts or stories about inventions in capitalism-race magnification for spiritual values and risk-humility and that dark-omen of gambler-outcomes that create a natural need for both heroics and intervention for life's insurances. I had a dream-sleep vision the masked woman/messenger was some fallen-angel, a member of the army of the Devil, seeking to remind me why my work/languages with capitalism defense-cleats cast me as a special (potential?) Job for earned rights to think (clearly now) of the complexity or 'troubles' of manmade bureaucracy-arts (for the Ego).

GIRLFRIEND: You say you'd a dream about a visit from a fallen-angel, darling?
ME: Maybe I need a shrink, darling.

GIRLFRIEND: Well, your eye for capitalism-islands for adventurism casts you right!

ME: I guess I'm like a potential-Job (Bible), darling.

GIRLFRIEND: Maybe her dark-side message about 'glitch' IQ is a 'camp' muslce!

ME: That's sharp, darling...it's a mad, mad, mad, mad world (surely).

GIRLFRIEND: If your Christian/Catholic faith's solid, any game's theory (surely).

ME: Leviathan/uncertainty.

"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)