Policemen prefer Stalkers: American Shift(s)

Fictional portrait of cop-stalker tale of incomplete-arts to the uncertainty of Earthling darkness for jobs.

A modern Earthling emotional tale of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade customs/etiquette/law. 

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Mr. Amlan Satan was a good cop. He was a good man. He liked his work in Boston-town as a Slovak-Algerian Catholic convert/immigrant/citizen of the American Homeland. He didn't anticipate the Earth realm 'jitters' of a stalker (Facebook-like). Follow along.

BANK MANAGER: I know you're a good cop, and this city affords your prestige!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've no clue who's tipped you that I'm mired in blood-gems.

BANK MANAGER: This claim you're being stalked/smeared for African gems?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: This psycho-woman commented on my blogs and stalked.

BANK MANAGER: Your claim she's behind your night/street campaign to ruin?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: She wants to make a mockery of me and make me fear!

BANK MANAGER: We simply can't afford this gossip close to our media-event.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Happy Saint Patrick's Day (Facebook-like).

Friends, Mr. Amlan Satan was suffering a real stroke of misfortune, for after having become a decorated man-of-laws in New England, he learned of the scarring 'consciousness' cast by the lingering shadow of a female-femme psycho who commented (liberally) on his cyber-blogs about blood-diamond smugglers roads/exploits/imports/exports 'troubles' for capitalism insurance integrity and made 'mark' of him for some bizarre mock eco-capitalism vigilante expression of social media laughter/cries (Facebook-like!).

WOMAN: You like me following a policeman, Satan (ha).

AMLAN: Look...this is good humor, but I'm coming undone, and I need pity.

WOMAN: You frown at the bank streets gossip surrounding Boston-town cops.

AMLAN: Wouldn't you feel weird if your cop-life was turned with psychosis-IQ?

WOMAN: Tell the doctor(s), officer (ha).

AMLAN: I'm not an enemy of the State, miss...and thanks for that jewelry!

WOMAN: You found it placed in your bank box (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: They'll catch you...or I'll get out of this..fly 'cool' to Brussels (ha).

WOMAN: Ha.

Amlan was found dead in Belgium and was buried in his hometown cemetery where the woman who (arguably) catalyzed his fall placed a visit for a (private) prayer about incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of Earthling-life securities for mortal-thoughts (wow). What do you make of this dark faerie-tale? Was Amlan a statistic in the annals/counting of all things of shock (for doubt)?

"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)