Words of Shells-Shock

A Story by Abishai100

Do baseball cards in the West (American Homeland) simply invoke a sovereign image for all things (certainly) dictation?

A sports image fiction, drawn from varied media. Happy weekend,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translations).

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I found the perfect Selfie-age trophy of sportsmanship cleats featuring an athlete hoisted in two varied platforms for media/TV audiences, casting me a special world-nets eye-diplomat of the transit/fashion words of competition's pronounced Earthling Rationalism (for all!).

GIRLFRIEND: You say this Martian contacted you via cyber-portal (secret)??

ME: Royals card IQ made for alien-envy eye and capitalism-symbols war game.

GIRLFRIEND: Maybe this Mr. Martian just likes baseball cards?

ME: He claimed he was hiding in our deep-ocean abyss as a YouTube viewer.

GIRLFRIEND: He found your/our American sports/fashion a sovereign-charm?

ME: I wonder if we should get married for all this Western vanity-secret (ha).

ALIEN: Royals boast a Series image paced by 30-years.

ME: My girlfriend's a sexy young woman not reached her 40s yet, Mr. Martian.

ALIEN: Yes, you have it all, Mr. Amlan Satan; your Royals card is varied vanities.

ME: You just wanted me to know/think you've got brainiac-IQ for contest-quill.

ALIEN: Keep this Earth-civilization 'sculpture' secret; adapt into ambition-story!

ME: Sounds like interest for baseball-card docs (for leviathan/uncertainty).

The spying Martian wanted this special 'examination-eye' for the qualia of Earth-civilization interest for some Rationalism communique, perhaps to warrant us some non-invasion policy accord justification (wow). Maybe he had mind-control power to corrupt the lines of world-mezzanine sportsmanship (hmmm). Maybe he, the alien, just wanted to affirm the 'intelligence' of baseball-cards politicians.