Legion: Earth's Paragraph(s)

Man narrated his 'weighted' dream-sleep 'account' of Earthling cleats of superstition and metaphysics/mortality intuitions of what's chalk.

An exorcism oriented Earthling portrait. 

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

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I was in New Orleans for Mardi-Gras and sought to make a nice Western bank statement about the flowery of my Selfie-age expressions of life-linked social dodecahedrons for the Ego. I'm a Catholic (convert/immigrant/citizen) and didn't anticipate what was about to approach my consciousness for Earthling cleats (for the Ego).

LEGION: We are legion.

ME: You come to me in my dream-sleep for some message about vertigo.

LEGION: We're one and many; leviathan/uncertainty for Earth field goals.

ME: Sportsmanship superstitions taken to paranoia from Hell, demons?

LEGION: We are the dark-side faces of what's all and simply doubt, fool.

ME: I'm your diplomat conduit for this dream-word in New Orleans time.

LEGION: You guessed it with wisdom, fool...we're legion (of mask).

ME: Facebook-like?

The dream was pure mortal thought (for anyone). This legion of darkness, in forms of many but singular in consciousness for Hell, were in my dream-vision, in forms of demon-gargoyle visage or something like sci-fi horror insect-dragon invader face, destroying my Selfie-IQ for Mardi-Gras simplicity (for the Ego!). Was this some premonition for some long immortality languages duty I found myself in, celebrating and cheering the Earthling 'cleats' of cinematic expressions of life-linked social dodecahedrons? What do you think? Had I become Job (Selfie-like)?

Awakening to an (Indian) world-exchange reflection soft/zesty luchi-bread thanksgiving diner-plate chat(s) in my Mardi-Gras time hostel-station (Inn-Express) found me thinking why hospitality-readings were Earthling-linked to the sovereignty bound to fortune securities for sanity (or class!). If I was on some Job-road of personhood evolution, I at least knew my investment in a Western bank 'shine' for bread/fruit cast me as a musketeer-Earthling of what makes life on the fare-rich Blue-Planet of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of the soul's imagination a shaped phobia (for the Ego).

"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)