An Ice Why {Journal}

Narrated portrait of sports superstitions 'consciousness' and dream-sleep vision message of complex Earthling jitters for ice-hockey.

An offbeat tale of exorcist image for sports/cleats culture, which I think you'll like (thanks for reading). Merry Xmas, all 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretations/views).

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I was making special stories online about competition intuitions while working as a junior-hockey coach in the American Homeland and decided to get myself an ice-hockey Barbie doll for an inspiring storytelling complement about a muse for contest-windows in my Selfie-culture and age of lifestyle 'linked' social personality (Facebook-like!).

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic of the American Homeland and moved to a suburbia area (Echelon) to start my junior-hockey coaching career and found inspiration image in my hockey-Barbie doll for social media culture and started having strange premonitions of being visited or contacted by a dark side messenger, some siren of Hell. Follow along (Selfie-like).

About one year into my coaching and writing and use of hockey-Barbie adjectives for sports-society cleats in the American Homeland of Earth, I started having dream-sleep visions of being contacted by this (hypothetical?) dark-side messenger of Earthling consciousness and reflected on my Western world luxuries of arena and spaces comforts for contest-windows 'examination' of the spirit (wow).

DARK ANGEL: You can see me here in your dream vision, sport-man!
ME: Who are you?
DARK ANGEL: You're a coach of ice-hockey and doll-inspirations writer!
ME: I know it.
DARK ANGEL: I'm that dark side messenger you had feelings of contact.
ME: You are?
DARK ANGEL: I'm inquiring of your superstitions of athletics/competition.
ME: Why's that, dark angel?
DARK ANGEL: I wish to inquire of your intuitions of steroids and failure!
ME: Performance for competition vanities reflective of capitalism's beards?
DARK ANGEL: You guessed it, sport-man (ha).
ME: You make mark of me as a sport/ice man of confidence in behavior?
DARK ANGEL: You guessed it, sport-man (ha).
ME: I suppose I'm to offer some claim of proof that I'm incompletely assured.
DARK ANGEL: You guessed it, sport-man (ha).
ME: I can claim with veracity that this ice-world of cleats is one of drumsticks.
DARK ANGEL: Can you negotiate such vanity with Earth-world glass, sport-man?
ME: Without juice for self-excitement?
DARK ANGEL: Without juice.
ME: For self-prayers?
DARK ANGEL: For self-prayers.
ME: I guess this is a game-image for what's Earthling powers in distances.
DARK ANGEL: Maybe.
ME: Farewell, dark angel...my capitalism's jardiniere (Facebook-like).

DARK ANGEL: Good.

Wow, what an exchange for helmets/cleats I was thinking I was drawn into in dream-sleep vision by this angel messenger of complexity theories of Earthling behaviors and sportsmanship/competition that night; this became my special immortality view for ice-hockey (hmmm). I visited a cemetery in the American Homeland with a tombstone of a famous athlete departed from the good Earth and thought deeply about the dark angel's dream-sleep message that my consciousness for contest-psyche concerned a silent IQ for all things jewelry. I was becoming more a superstitious sport man than I thought I would become when I was just a boy (Selfie-like).

"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)