Special-Flyer {Ukraine Audible}

Portrait of Earth arms and alien-invasion 'consciousness' for a globe-transit paranoia 'expression' concerning incomplete-distances readings to the uncertainties of nation-bias.

Earthling transit and alien-paranoia yarn, drawn from varied media/comics. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Ukraine) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretation). 

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There I was resolved to become a secret infiltrations man into Eastern Europe areas, having lived in the Ukraine area well into the Russian Invasion/War, as an emigrant cyber-homeschooling teacher from the States (American Homeland), burying myself in the wonderwall securities of manmade-bureaucracy arts as an Algerian-American Bostonian-Catholic turned E.Euro educator for incomplete-distances readings. I became a survivor now, wandering around looking for the image of photo-journals to keep record for social media world culture 'friendly' transit representations of the woes of Earthlings (Facebook-like!).

The Invasion was really something. Russia had drawn special embargo/tariff 'friendly' admonitions from the Western-world, including my past Homeland (America), and I knew that Ukraine was to become resilient and its citizens (like me!) were to be part of the mobilization sensitivity 'consciousness' of manmade-bureaucracy arts superstitions for woes and leviathan/uncertainty (Selfie-like).

ALIEN: Things just got worse for ya, Mr. Amlan Satan.

ME: I'm an Algerian-Slovak American and ice-hockey fan is all, Martian.

ALIEN: Do you find my nonhuman visage frightener-like, Earth-man?

ME: Why'd you contact me post-lurking in the Ukraine area, Martian?

ALIEN: I'm performing special Earth world examinations pre-exile, Earth-man!

ME: You claim to seek self-exile personal-space in our deep ocean (abyss)?

ALIEN: Post-examinations; I must see if your race warrants pardon from Hell.

ME: So, you're a 'religious anthropologist' for Apologetics (or something).

ALIEN: Had I been less impressed, with arts, I might've exacted mind-control.

ME: A bad telepathic Martian, with a slimy leviathan/reptilian/lizard face, eh?

ALIEN: Your work for globe-transit 'education' impressed me...motility (ok?).

ME: Well, go self-exile and critique our realm for football, Martian.

ALIEN: That I shall...and keep this diagonal 'conference' a dark secret, man.

ME: I suppose I'll just write/bury something in a time-capsule (for writers).

ALIEN: Good (farewell, idealist).

ME: Facebook-like.

I felt like I performed my Earthling-duty, free of charge! I exacted my adjective words for Earth-realm civilization and behaviors of our great (if 'troubles-rich' human race!). I knew I'd appreciated our capitalism-arms of labyrinths for production and exchanges for war/peace and capitalism and resource redistributions for fortune-storyboards and troubles music (sure). It was a good Earth; and it was deep with shelved Hell/Heaven (yes). The alien I contacted/greeted was eerie and arguably evil. However, s/he knew I was an 'informed' Earth-man...and therefore I concluded man's sovereignty lay in his special toy-store shelves of incomplete-bureaucracy arts for the leviathan/uncertainty of ambition...certainly worth curing with meds-for-distance.

"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)