Kidnapped: Lazy Chance Game(s) of Invisible-Ink

Media/culture 'religion' astrology/parody of Western land (American Homeland) 'sportsmanship-paranoia' for (unfounded) Earthling criticism.

A kidnap-tale (fictional), set in the States. American culture parody, 

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I had the perfect plan, and it was simply simple, for my incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade bureaucracy-arts for modern media/movie/magazine culture and targeting of special lady-angel symbolism for capitalism arms sardonic sarcasm. It involved a kidnapping of a bank account client tied to Hollywood, California (Facebook-like).

I grew into adulthood in the United States (American Homeland) with this deep fascination of Western (American, Hollywood) films and film-makers like John Ford and Steven Spielberg and Sam Raimi and John Carpenter and made mark of this movie/media culture-universe lady-angel opening a Hollywood bank-account as an idealized theater kidnap 'mannequin' for capitalism and cinema America 'everyman' sarcasm (Selfie-like!).

ANGEL: What the Hell am I doing here in the East now?

ME: Homeland-Jersey suburbia town-house...I sedated you, angel!

ANGEL: I have to get back to Hollwood...now...remove my blindfold, stranger.

ME: I want you to 'become' my media-stage comics avatar mannequin-deity.

ANGEL: This is some prank or media terror jitters nonsense; you're a fool!

ME: Hey, hey...I only mean to take photo/art of you as a Black Cat villainess.

ANGEL: What, I'm your media-escapee terrorist-fantasy doll for Hollywood?

ME: That's it...exactly, ha (Facebook-like).

ANGEL: You're a fatalist, a fanatic, a fraud...and a born-loser, friend.

ME: Relax...you won't be harmed as my stunt-woman (ok).

ANGEL: I better not be, fool (Selfie-like).

FANZINE INTERVIEW (Cyber): What's the acid, pal?
ME: I ain't claimin' I'm the culprit in that Cali-kidnap tale for the Black Cat!

FANZINE: Whatever...your comment/gossip is great for our superstition-story!

ME: Fair for fare...and so I proceed to suggest the acid was Black Cat's arms.

FANZINE: You mean to make her out as some Bloody Mama (Roger Corman)?

ME: Isn't that media/movie culture for gossip...Heaven's Roswell, pal?

FANZINE: Maybe (Facebook-like!).

I made my 'Black-Cat' my Homeland-Jersey home-studio infiltrations dark-message 'mannequin' for a capitalism nihilist image for social media and jitters storyboards in my Selfie-age of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of commercial life vanities in a post-9/11 era American Homeland 'troubled' by dominion-shakes of invasion and deformity superstition (e.g., Enron). I released my hostage and she kept my secret (since I was masked the entire time and left my temp-home 'studio' post-acquisition of the circus/theater deed for Hell parodies). I wondered then if they'd label me as the Unabomber or Orson Welles (hmmm). Was this (all) Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty)? You be the judge of all this, readers. I've recounted this secret-story I've lived in a time-capsule I've buried in my old town-home backyard, for a future 'discovery' of my Selfie age of incomplete patriotism (Facebook-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)