Angeles-Wishlock

A Story by Abishai100

A tale of secrecy and lycanthropy-drawn self-consciousness, yielding an Earthling expression for the 'sport' of (religious?) jigsaws.

Lycanthropy draws a natural interest in the consciousness of both exorcist-IQ and naturalism/primalism/Earthling mutations for adaptation and mobility, and it's made for much Earth-lore and arts; and this descriptive (and epic!) heist-premonitions lens 'helmet' is set in sunny Los Angeles (USA), drawn from varied media/movies. Hope you like it,

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READER: You lived in Los Angeles for a time, eh?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: I picked up jargon about 'Angeles-anchovies' in passage.

READER: Your eco-capitalism deed for jewelry pieces was African?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Blood-diamond IQ for some world-insurance rumors.

READER: Intercede in smugglers-exploitations for meds for fatso-sully, eh?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You have to be a wolf to care about treasure-islands.

READER: So, you're Peter Pan or something, eh?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I didn't think I was destined for lycanthropy-helmets!

ANGELES-SAGE: You fear you'll become a wolf now, Mr. Satan?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've this special gypsy-jewelry piece (superstition now).

ANGELES-SAGE: A man bitten by wolf is only doomed if he's frail in mind!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe this deed-inspiration jewelry shall protect me.

ANGELES-SAGE: Selfie-like?

Our protagonist antihero-prince of this bad faerie-tale set in the Angeles (LA/USA) area of incomplete-lines readings for the darkness of Earthling-image, Mr. Amlan Satan, cast himself as a Peter Pan of Halloweentime heroics for eco-capitalism ('blood-diamonds') street-commerce (black-market) rumor for insurance-gossip; but he didn't know he'd be bitten by a werewolf, moving him to the LA Library to do lycanthropy examinations of his fare-rich Blue-Planet where Selfie-chats colored the lines of everyday citizenry-life for exchanges/networks. Follow along.

ANGELES-SAGE: So, you walk through Angeles-park and note passerby!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I find myself turning into a more wolfen being, friend.

ANGELES-SAGE: Why'd this dark-world person find you in the Cali-jungles?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I was camping, reading Edward Abbey...bad fate?

ANGELES-SAGE: Go to the park, and find people, and forget the fear!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe I wasn't born to be a thief or scholar, friend.

ANGELES-SAGE: You're not a stranger man...you need photo-curatives.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Flash iPhone camera-images for mind-numbing?

ANGELES-SAGE: The best way to overcome the wolf is to seek traffic!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Why's Peter Pan not good enough for anything?

ANGELES-SAGE: You need the Earth itself...you're fated for invisibility.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Thanx (Selfie-like).

The bank manager of course didn't know what to make of the Halloween Day deed for a (rumored/insured) blood-diamond box burn/swap (with glass-animal toys!) for an eco-theater drawing street-gossip in sunny-LA (wow). The Ion-co. (owner) claimed if it was Peter Pan for African-zones smugglers-exploits Jabberwocky, the LAPD would find the right-stuff for insurance-cleats for the Ego (sure).

Soon after our protagonist antihero 'prince' of Earth (Peter Pan?), Mr. Amlan Satan, acquired his Halloweentime deed for insurance-rumor, he made his way to the area (Angeles) forest to read his copy of The Monkey Wrench Gang and meditate pre-flight to Brussels for a more sanitary/peaceful Halloween Day the next-year (for the Ego).

JOURNAL: I was in the jungle of Cali...the dark Wolf being sneaked in to my area of campfire-reading...and he bit my hand...and he scurried away like the Phantom or something...I was left feeling like Job himself (Jesus).

ANGELES-SAGE: I want you to think of your life on Earth as eco-capitalist.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's gonna negotiate my inner-demon now about this?

ANGELES-SAGE: If you feel your lycanthropy-study at the library's void.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Selfie-like (sure).

Our protagonist antihero prince of this stranger tale, Mr. Amlan Satan, decided to get a (Catholic) stained-glass arts-image daily-calendar, and he took notes about why and/or how the life of a Peter-Pan thief in Angeles (America) invoked a fate-reading sense of why eco-fantasy made him a spirit-messenger of the dark religion's 'sportsmanship' of werewolf-jitters (for leviathan/uncertainty!).

WAITRESS: Pizza with alfredo, CPK, happy.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You're gorgeous...but what if I'm a werewolf?

WAITRESS: You slip me this note that you're a thief.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm escaping to Belgium...come.

WAITRESS: I'm no nurse, Angeles-man.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe I only need a nurse.

WAITRESS: Ha, Facebook-like?

Of course, pizza wouldn't relieve our protagonist antihero prince of Earth (Angeles) from his newfound (Catholic?) religion-linked duty to examine why his past-life (as a Cali-thief with eco-paper) made him a spirit-messenger of werewolf-change. We do know that werewolves had been linked to many a faerie-tale of incomplete-distances to the leviathan/uncertainty of stranger defined football (for diner-chat(s)).

WAITRESS: A rented white auto focus for a B&D weekend retreat offer?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: It's parked; sneak-away; I'll drive us there (cross-state).

WAITRESS: Then to New England pre-Brussels (Belgium?).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I want you to save me (from leviathan).

WAITRESS: Ha, Facebook-like?

About 2 years later, Mr. Amlan Satan was living alone, somewhere in Europe. He divorced his Angeles-lady he met (to save him!); and now he continued his journal-write about wolf-transformations by moonlight, and how he avoided with great skill/paranoia any bloodlust-driven bloody-murder as a hideous mutated temporary Wolf-being. He didn't resent the dark-wolf specter that bit him in Angeles, transforming him (forever!). However, he knew his sense of Earth-light had become a Selfie-helmet for simplified Western-life detective-work (for football).