Book of Faeries: Echelon Mean

A Story by Abishai100

A portrait of capitalism/fortune bread-fruit inventiveness yielding cold metaphysics of lead (for fiction).

A capitalism universe metaphysics yarn drawn l00osely from the metaphysics allowances conjecture Photographing Fairies (Toby Stephens).

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I lived in a town called Echelon (American Homeland) and was convinced the local gem-store clerk was a faerie, a winged humanoid from the forests of Earth, disguised as a businesswoman/salesperson for some capitalism-race 'arms-image' of hospitality in my time of worry concerning terrorism/piracy destabilizing commerce lifestyle 'linked' transit safety for the Ego/fiction.

I decided to approach the store as a masked hoodlum on Halloween Day, claiming that the pieces in the Echelon outfit were part of a 'blood-diamond' (conflict-zone mined gems) smugglers roadways bridge game stretching between Africa and Europe and seeping into North America (American Homeland). The clerk-lady I was convinced was a faerie (Esmerelda) was shocked. She didn't know what to think but that I was sent by the Ion-co. to perform some insider eco-capitalism street-gossip insurance 'game' for its own treasures/pieces for consumerism ad/hyperbole as the Super Bowl fast approached and companies thought (deeply-now!) about TV-ad culture revenue (for Selfie-book!).

ESMERELDA: You think (too!) I'm a faerie (or something?).

ME: Isn't this a fare-Earth of incomplete-lines to capitalism's bread?

ESMERELDA: You want to swap some Ion-pieces with replicas.

ME: Consider me Robin Hood, Esmerelda my lady (ha).

EMERELDA: This is some insider-game for blood-diamond rumors!

ME: Consider me James Bond then, Esmerelda my lady (ha).

ESMERELDA: If I was some faerie (or something), I'd not tell ya.

ME: Consider me Sherlock Holmes then, Esmerelda my lady (ha).

ESMERELDA: Interesting...TV-like (ok).

Esmerelda ('Ezzy') and I got married, and we live in a Boston-town (New England) apartment (today!). I still remain uncertain if she's a faerie, since she's not disclosed the matter, and she still doesn't know if I'm the masked Halloween-Day 'merry-man' behind her Echelon treasure-islands store/outfit tied (now!) to conflict-zone gems smugglers superstitions qualia (for the Ego!). However, perhaps we've both become capitalism's (very-special) consumption-bugs...for leviathan/uncertainty (wow).