American Frailty: Office Lady Chess

Homegrown psychosis linked to football/media culture and a line of manmade-hell for what's simply jitters.

Homegrown paranoia, drawn from varied media/movies. Hope you like (Happy Holidays!), 

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Mr. Amlan Satan made mark of himself as his own Selfie-age prophet of incomplete-bureaucracy arts for Hell and targeted his special eyed media-figurine 'doll' lady, a pro-football level office dame of fashion-culture posture and marketing perfection for some line of post-Bowl terror of a homegrown status (Selfie-like). Follow along!

MEDIA WOMAN: Telling you, this guy sent me emails he thinks he's a prophet!

DETECTIVE: Now, you want a hired dick for some fashion-culture securities?

MEDIA WOMAN: I walk to my football office HQ lot/garage and feel jitters!

DETECTIVE: This man, nameless, thinks he's making some mark of religion?

MEDIA WOMAN: I dunno...or care...but I want return to my calendar-life.

DETECTIVE: Aha, he wants you to find distaste for your own capitalism-area.

MEDIA WOMAN: Facebook-like (good).

The doll/damsel in question, who didn't wish to disclose her threat(s), hired her detective now in-secret and attended her team's great Lombardi-parade in the Homeland city anyways, unsure even if there was some eye of staring making mark of her (still!) as a calendar-universe target of the Ego (damn).

SATAN (Amlan): I got a bow-and-arrow, and I tipped the arrow with sedative.

MEDIA WOMAN: I hate you, psycho.

SATAN: I'm an avid-fan of psychosis-cinema, football-lady (ha).

MEDIA WOMAN: I've hired a special hero to send you to the nuts, bad guy.

SATAN: Cool...let's see if there's skill with spotting me pre-fire of arrow.

MEDIA WOMAN: This ain't Facebook-like (damn).

The doll/damsel had it all. Her life was a prototype of capitalism calendar consciousness in the American Homeland (wow). Now, she began to miss the days of idling in the TV-room lounge planning for the organization next-move for image and marketing perfection (wow). Well, Mr. Amlan Satan, homegrown psycho of hellmouth(s), was still making mark of this target as a darling-peach for anti-capitalism 'cleats' of adjective (wow).

However, it wasn't the football doll/damsel herself who (ultimately) became the homegrown psycho's trophy-lady. In deed, Mr. Amlan Satan picked-up the heroine's peer from work, offering her a ride to an ice-cream parlor for a treat by an 'avid-fan' and never took her home (wow). The protagonist heroine target girl was now more jittery than ever...and she got herself a new truck to conceal her trekking and commute to/from work (sure).

SATAN: I hinted I would not lose this brand of game, office woman.

MEDIA WOMAN: Where's my friend, the one that's vanished, psycho?

SATAN: I hinted my appreciation of psychosis-tales, office woman (ha).

MEDIA WOMAN: Aren't you satisfied, bad guy?

SATAN: Maybe I am...I guess you'll be getting a Netflix-treat for Valentine's?

MEDIA WOMAN: If I blogged I did...you'd depart from this mission, guy?

SATAN: That's deal...for detour...happy movie-watching (ok).

"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)