19th-C. NY Shape/Shift: Hellcat

Diorama tale of modern (21st-Century) descendant of 1800s-NY street-superstitions maker/crafter for an Earthling image of immigration/fiction/contracts.

A nifty Gangs of New York (Martin Scorsese) drawn 1800s NY streets/customs inventions dramatization for Earthling jitters. Thanks for reading (Happy Super Bowl stuff), 

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My name's Amlan Satan, and I began writing about my 1800s New York streets wanderer immigrant ancestor who came to the New World for some new fortune read in a time of negotiations between fortune hunters, exploitations masters, municipality ministers of mysteries, and of course rival clan gangs. My ancestor, of same-name, wandered around seeking some mice-men jardinieres for what'd become my (own) 21st-Century American Homeland Selfie-culture of life-linked social pillows/jitters.

1800s New York City was an invention pot for exchanges between folks and immigrants arriving to create a new image of Earthling customs, and rival gangs composed of the Irish, the Italian, the Germans (etc.) made for special superstitions of what made this Western civilization special cleats for all things leviathan/uncertainty (wow).

My ancestor, of same-name, found himself in this context as a sort of self-postured pirate scientist, with rough work-glove hands and masked wandering visage, making handshakes and customs and pacts and maybe betrayals to forge some feet of cleats in the New World that would (someday/somehow) see me as a born descendant of my (own) 21st-Century Selfie-culture imagery for lifestyle pillows (for the Ego!).

ANCESTOR: You'd see I've me wonders-rich pieces of (insured?) treasure gems!

HELLCAT (1800s NY street-girl): Well, me thinks you're some Arab merchant.

ANCESTOR: No, more like Algerian and Slovak blended for nice born Catholic!

HELLCAT (1800s NY street-girl): Well, I guess my ale life's charmed for exotic.

ANCESTOR: Tell no one I'm your purveyor, so I may make street prestige aura!

HELLCAT (1800s NY street-girl): Super-deal, NY's jitters...deep thought (ok).

ANCESTOR: Thanx, hellcat...New York's a jar (ha).

Sure, there was much mouse walkie 'consciousness' for that period of New York's streets for jitters, and it invoked a New World foresight of now exchanges and adventurism and sentiments and betrayals between arriving immigrants/groups/clans, forming gangs and cliques and clubs and societies, would offer antecedent imprints of Old World (Europe?) artifacts of behavior modifications folklore for the Ego (for leviathan/uncertainty).

My ancestor made his way through streets work of gems and trinkets to establishing a sort of NY-Inn, in which his lady-ally, the hellcat, had become a sort of concierge-girl (damn). This was immigration blended with customs richness for what made the American Homeland a hospitality superstition for what'd become simplified evolution...to my (own) 21st-Century Selfie-America of lifestyle blended everyday comforts and jagged-edge shares (sure).

Notre Dame TV is prompted me today to think (fondly now) of how customs and social-shares cast imagery for cleats and sportsmanship and marketing jardinieres for audience-linked superstitions and anticipations, for contests and games and wars and bazaars (ha). I think of my 1800s-NY ancestor, of same-name, making inways into capitalism's arms with his street-lady ally the hellcat...and me thinks Earthling 'sport' is (all) about simplified qualia.

"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)