Billiards-Phone: Field Goal for Kings

A lady-angel counsels a man pensive about fathers-sons contest 'ethos' for a creative windows Earth.

A fathers-sons contest meditation, inspired by the 'life-jitters' American film Affliction (Nick Nolte). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretation). 

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ANGEL: Do you know why I've contacted you, in dream-vision, Earth-prince?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: I just defeated my father in billiards; writing a book of it.

ANGEL: That's the reason of sportsmanship; you need religion-guidance, prince.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm in danger of patricide-fiction; Selfie-like (yes?).

ANGEL: Your father was as good as you in pool, somewhat.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: He was a real challenger; I didn't know of it really.

ANGEL: He had 3 final shots; you had 3; he missed his last shot; you cleaned.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I cleaned my last 3 (angled/skill) shots and took the title.

ANGEL: Now, you're composing a great novel concept about fathers-sons games.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: My great Earthling (American) homage to the game (pool!).

ANGEL: You need religion-guidance as an immigrant/citizen/Catholic now, yes?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: So to avoid morality-frailty, I'm to compose fortune-tables.

ANGEL: That's why I'm your muse...and I shall find you art-image for greatness.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: So, I'm like a Turgenev-protagonist; billiards-for-Catholicism.

ANGEL: Selfie-like!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I like The Hustler; imagined father was Fats.

ANGEL: Did you have some bound-Romanticism, for your own Earth?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: If my father was Fats, a werewolf, then I'm Icarus (yes?).

ANGEL: You need apply this 'patricide' image for religion for a fortress.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: For the good of worldly soldiery (e.g., James Bond).

ANGEL: Good (leviathan/uncertainty).

ANGEL: I present myself as your romance-muse for religion's sake, prince.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: So, because I defeated my IQ-rival (dad), you're my god.

ANGEL: What's higher than the religion of Hercules, Mr. Amlan Satan?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: There's some charm for Earthling arms (field goals).

ANGEL: Good (beauty's personal).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'll title my novel concept American Special (for credit!).

ANGEL: Love is for your humilities; and I'm your perfect frailty-lady.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You're my Galatea (art come-to-soap!).

"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)