Icy-Mouse: American B+

Crime 'psyche' portrait for (fictional) accounting for Earthling (American) 'examination' for all things pursued, inquired, feared, and perhaps chalked.

A dark Earthling crime case (fictional). 

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I was working happily in the American Homeland as a junior-hockey league coach and found special interest suddenly for a private eye awareness for a very stranger form of inquiry, involving a hellish serial-killer and abduction case straight out of horror-comics or maybe even alien/UFO paranoia-jitters stuff. The case involved a mystery-man abducting women, mostly models and calendar-girls, waitresses, meter maids, and post office women for some eerie Earthling mosaic of bad sportsmanship for capitalism imaging sarcasm for everyday life worry (wow). I was happily working as a junior-hockey league coach in the American Homeland.

STRANGER: I wanted to confer with you post-blogs about this case, mister.

ME: Well, I don't think you're the psycho folks chatter about in the Homeland.

STRANGER: That's not the interest for IQ here, but I'm only intrigued by you.

ME: You think my posts about theories mark me as a self-tailoring vigilante.

STRANGER: I ain't wrong, mister...I'm fascinated by environment evil also, ok?

ME: My theory is this guy's an ex-con, and I wonder if folks take vigilantism.

STRANGER: I feel you'd be that vigilante in view; and maybe I'm the stranger.

ME: Maybe...but I seek to offer generalized dialogue about moral vices/cool.

STRANGER: Maybe we're playing a mentalism game then...for Romanticism.

ME: I doubt that (Facebook-like).

I knew I was right in my cell theory of my Homeland the psycho was the very-same stranger who conferred with me online and was some kind of ex-con for some 'examination' of repentance sarcasm and capitalism environment/dominions biases for personality or attitude of general human frailty for emotional biases (or something!). I heard the news soon that a media-figure lady, invested in some calendar stuff as the Super Bowl in New Orleans fast approached, had been abducted (somehow!). I knew it was the Stranger, and I knew he wanted us (all!) to think of some commercial life claustrophobia of the spirit for invocations of moves of the brain, of bad-logic for bad thinking about linking fortune...with (simplified) clay...perhaps for stranger fiction (Selfie-like).

STRANGER: You won't catch this culprit, mister.

ME: Hey, me thinks of myself as (simply) a self-taught private eye for IQ, ok?

STRANGER: I guess you might cross path with a calendar/street lady for love.

ME: Whoa, and then I post about it and you mark her as target and me hero?

STRANGER: Isn't that a Facebook-like field goal (ha)?

ME: Crime ain't a lottery, stranger.

STRANGER: This is all from cinema and ads consciousness...jardinieres.

ME: You sound like a bad character from an American story (or film).

STRANGER: It's all jellyfish, mister (good luck)...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)