Sideway American(s)A Story by Abishai100Narrated 'claim' of a 'real' American psycho who believes his hotel-journal for bloody-murder might re-present a 'capitalism' expression.
A crime-noir with a narrative exposing the dark-side of the American soul/spirit. Thanks for reading,
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==== I became an American psycho after college and toured around the United States and visited only a special franchise of hotels where I committed my poison-murder crime(s). Each visit I made, I left a packet of ketchup and a small plastic-dish of potato salad. My name's Amlan Satan, and the only one tracking me during this Dark Crusade is a rather 'cool' California cop named Ajay who happens to be a big fan of cyber-chess and quiche, or so he tells me. Follow along in this journey about social-media cops chasing a wayward soul; two sideways Americans. The reason I leave behind a packet of ketchup at each murder scene, committed by throat-cuts or food-poisoning or drink lacing with concentration(s) of absinthe, is that the tomato 'goo' represents my intention to cast each victim as a lover of capitalism ethos and consumerism fantasy but generally a 'statistic' of the mass-flux of commercial vanities, which is why I target victims only at Wingate hotels, for the symbolic gesture for eerie (homegrown) 'American' expressions (ha)! The knives I use for my bloody crimes are quite nice and I purchased them online and consider them my little 'magic-swords' of the dark art(s) of mayhem and anarchism. In fact, despite the fact that I'm a Catholic and happen to be an 'avid-fan' of James Joyce, this cross-country hotel crime(s)-spree casts my special 'chess' like devilish acumen concerning the targeting of souls as counts for energy. This is a tale of energizer smoke. CRIME SCENE REPORT 1: We don't know why the 30-year old businessman/gentleman (Wingate) was targeted; this is Hellish. Of course, I've nothing against the particular hotels I select but they're of the same brand/franchise, and the real selection(s) are in the victims who happen to be roadside customers/tenants who just happen to fit my agenda-profile as consumerism-messenger exemplary and hence worth the targeting for symbolic/serious crimes for my little special dark journal titled Hotel Excalibur. AJAY (Cali-Cop): We'll catch this 'cool' cat real smooth; he's 'thief' of heart (American); we're certain he's some chess-creep. I left-behind a special police-badge at the scene of crime-story #5 somewhere in Michigan, once-more a 'Wingate' expression, and this time the victim happened to be a 26-year old lovely woman in red-dress who was aspiring to become a NY cosmetics model, but she discovered as I entered her hotel posing/costumed as a policeman as I cut her wrists after tying her to her chair that evil is real insane and uncertain. Ajay didn't like this one in particular...he'd been convinced this 'Lady-in-Red' was (somehow)...his soul-kindred faerie-godmother (wow). I 'doubt' they'll catch me, and I'll complete my Hotel-Excalibur journal in time for Xmas this year in New England, and besides, even if Ajay the Cali-cop with a real sunglasses-chess like acumen for defenses of 'quiche-America' (and arguably capitalism-modeling) finds me lodging in a Wingate somewhere in Detroit, he just might realize/learn...that (somehow)...I just might be his...sporting Indian. TO BE CONTINUED... ==== "Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes) © 2022 Abishai100 |
AuthorAbishai100NJAboutStudent/Minister; Hobbies: Comic Books, Culinary Arts, Music; Religion: Catholic; Education: Dartmouth College more..Writing
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