Gate of Americans: Toy-Shield(s)

A Story by Abishai100

How does capitalism, if it does in deeds, promote social media culture 'hyperbole' for controls/distances in Earthling theology-adjective for cleats?

Capitalism: A Love Story (Michael Moore) inspired world-matrix tune. Thanks so much for reading,

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A special social house in New England called the Gate is where I found myself with my adopted daughter from the Ukraine (Ezzy) for a special look at toylands representations of war-IQ for consumerism flowery and Western (American Homeland) infrastructure 'cleats' for the Ego. Follow along, folks.

Ezzy/I composed a special duet for the superstitions of Earthling sportsmanship for adjective and found special war-and-violence imagery for toys, robot-warriors, construction block-piece gun-toys, water-rifles (of course!) and varied other things like toy soldiers and civil-war dioramas for leviathan/uncertainty. It was to be Facebook-like of course, and it was to be a reflection of capitalism-civilization breadth of the field goals of life 'linked' socialized dodecahedrons (for the Ego).

GIRLFRIEND: This be some art-IQ for violence in social media, right?

ME: Good for adjectives of Earthling fortune-direction and capitalism weight.

GIRLFRIEND: You and Ezzy are quite the darlings of Earthling sportsmanship, ok.

ME: Well, perchance when she comes into adulthood, I'll render a fiction for iQ.

GIRLFRIEND: Be careful, babe...there's much capitalism-angst 'purge' feeling.

ME: Surely right, darling; the post-9/11 era is fraught with face-for-Hell.

GIRLFRIEND: Capitalism's a long-drawn docu-drama of art's sake, babe.

ME: Facebook-like (of course).

Ezzy/I found the 'fantastic' line of toylands-superstitions adjective for Earthling cleats of sportsmanship and politics-education for youthful-stuff (sure), and it was all because of the infrastructure spirit-feel of the social-house we called home, my alma-mater place where I returned for cyber-homeschooling (the Gate). This would be really great; and I thought it would be something like a Xmas-shoppers ghost-mythos rendition of Ken Burns' Baseball, for capitalism's thorax (for all!).