Houseguest: Earth Punch

Fictional portrait of incomplete-distances to the leviathan/uncertainty of Earthling life for hospitality fears and downs.

A world traffic complexity fiction about houseguest-paranoia. 

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Well, for Mr. Amlan Satan, a hospitality-mat for welcoming a traveler who was stating her Euro-currency goal for treasure examinations in the American homeland was surely a bound-Romanticism, since he found her lovely and intelligent but wondered about her mysterious sense of demeanor which cast her as something of a stranger in this new Earth of finances/intrigue linked social worry for piracy and terrorism oriented commentary (Facebook-like!).

Shelbye O'Hara, come with suitcases full of 'stuff' for Earth-matter, had prepped her special commute to Philly from Amlan's Homeland-Jersey quaint town-home in a suburbia area (Echelon) and simply explained to her hospitable host that her houseguest status would only be sufficient in-time for her to make her necessary American Homeland tourism for treasure examination in the City of Brotherly Love (Facebook-like).

HOUSEGUEST (Shelbye): You happened to peruse my journal, friend.

AMLAN: I simply saw it on your room-floor and fumbled through the page.

HOUSEGUEST: Well, take no heed about those words about espionage.

AMLAN: Have I entertained some femme-fatale for world-IQ dangers now?

HOUSEGUEST: I won't forget this...your hospitality-cleat for my person!

AMLAN: I don't doubt that...and you're beautiful...but I fear the worst.

HOUSEGUEST: Oh, I'll be out of your hair/house in no-time, good buddy.

AMLAN: I hope so for my sake, Ms. O'Hara...I'd hate to house a terrorist.

HOUSEGUEST: Oh, fie for fool's paranoia, Amlan Satan; I like you a lot.

AMLAN: That's bound-Romanticism (for gold?).

Sure, the world was brimming with intrigue of the undesirable adjectives, and for Mr. Amlan Satan, his unnatural attraction to his Euro-currency IQ driven houseguest (Shelbye), bound-Romanticism seemed very expensive to say the least! What was she involved with, and would she draw an affable American home-man, a simple cyber-writer of worldly magic and rhetoric and hospitality-cleats, into a stranger world of antiterrorism games of the darkness variety (suddenly)? What in the world would he do now...to exorcise his heart (Facebook-like)?

SHELBYE: You're a wonderful lover, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: I'll miss you, you know.

SHELBYE: For your purpose, all you need think I'm a beauty from Mars!

AMLAN: Maybe that's right...you're simply/suddenly departing for cause.

SHELBYE: Don't fall in love (with me)...I just maybe am that danger.

AMLAN: I pray you'll just think of me as a hostel-concierge (for love).

SHELBYE: Forget me...but I shan't forget your hospitality-cleat (for IQ).

AMLAN: That's very nice of you to say, especially if you're a ghost (ha).

SHELBYE: I've the same mortal thoughts as you may have, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Thanks...and I suppose wishing you fortune is good prayer.

SHELBYE: You're in no danger with my memory, secret-lover (ok).

AMLAN: Farewell, Shelbye...I'll write some fiction about world-police.

SHELBYE: Facebook-like (farewell).

"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)