George-V: Artist in Ranges

Narrated portrait of writer's hurdle inside a hostel/hotel rendering incomplete-image of Earthling meditations for a changeling.

A psyche-tale of darkness, set in the George V hotel (fiction). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative writing offers no commercial/explicit ties to the George V hotel (Paris) and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' translations).

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I was living in the George V, that glorious Euro-hospitality house (hotel) of undisputed largeness; and it was after I'd secured my princely-inherited fortunes to wall myself into some environment of deep-thought where I'd make children's stories complemented by crayon stick-figure art characterizations of heroes and villains, warriors and princesses (sure). This would be Facebook-like, for my Selfie-age of life linked network dodecahedrons (for the Ego!).

My name's Amlan Satan, and it was one particular crayon-man I created during my George-V trip (Paris) that created an incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of raw Earthling-life (damn). You see, this crayon-stick man I made was of a Centurion defending a Roman graveyard, for a Halloween goosebumps time-anachronism tale for kids, and the specter had invited in some nasty apparition inside by George-V haven (Selfie-like!).

SPECTER: Greetings, hollow man of Earth.

ME: What do you want with me, specter?
SPECTER: I want you to generate a children's story about murder!

ME: What's it?
SPECTER: Don't be negligent...surely, you know of something of legends.

ME: Maybe I might use the Headless Horseman (alright!).

SPECTER: Don't be mediocre; Earth's youth need specific Hell for IQ.

ME: I won't fail, and if I did, I know you'd torment me here.

SPECTER: Your prince-stay at George-V isn't for playground fun, fool.

ME: Of course, specter (thanx).

SPECTER: Fail not now, and you're assured your Selfie-religion, fool.

ME: Of course, farewell (Facebook-like).

I did the task and acquired the deed confidence inside that George-V season of incomplete-distances readings of recreation blended with deep metaphysics of jitters and command-prompts of the soul (damn). Afterwards, I downloaded an iconic film about psychosis and goosebumps of the adult-variety; and I knew I'd never forget the specter of pushiness or the crayon-man Centurion 'diplomat' I created that drew the specter to me and required complete silence for the Ego (wow). The George V (therefore) became my special (secret) 'environment' of storytellers field goals (of self-work).

"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)