NY: Amlan Satan Insurance Journal {Edison}

Will a Queens-chess prince afford the 'excellence' filing Edison-NY for an insurance journal worthy of Princeton?

A New York diamond-insurance 'journal-saga' inspired by the epic film Carlito's Way (Brian De Palma). Enjoy (and Happy Holidays!), 

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AMLAN SATAN: This city's gonna eat me if I don't find a way out of this diamond-insurance marketplace Hell and I'm inside-IQ.

What drove diamond-market insider-man Amlan Satan to become a double-life NY-street 'super'-man in a time of blood-diamond corruption/smuggling/traffic corrupting the integrity of gem-insurance journals in the Big Apple? Perhaps he simply grew 'weary' of hearing of the time(s) of merchants unwittingly offering/keeping insured diamonds from 'conflict-zones' tied to 'rogue' terrorism finance(s) stretching between British Columbia (North America) and Northern Ireland (United Kingdom), which had already generated some pretty 'dark chess stalemates' among capitalism-analysts on social-media conversing about being 'pedestrian capitalists' in this post-9/11 era of great commercial vanities salesmanship, stretching from Edison (New Jersey) to Queens (New York), and everyone wanted to be in the know (now).

AMLAN SATAN: I gotta get inside the law-building and swap some blood-diamonds and get to the train-station locker for time.

Unfortunately, for this 'prince' of New York who might be 'eyed' by a spying Martian taking journal-notes on Earth-world capitalism-chess, creating an insider law-firm blood-diamond swap and then storing a 'social-media message fertile' sports-trade card media-market treasure item in the NY-train station locker in time, before the minions of the Queens blood-diamond investor and insurance-corruptor (Ion Company) sent some 'magazine-insider' to hit Satan and then make a magazine/news tale about 'necessary' evil (and then translating it to 'veiled' cinema!) so as to keep all the NY-diamond insurance 'darkness' an incomplete distance(s) to Interpol-relation.

AMLAN SATAN: I wish I was in some movie-theater with Claire, my waitress, my dream-girl, and thinking about movie-villains.

First, Satan stopped at his favorite NY-deli/restaurant to enjoy his favorite skyscraper-roast (beef) sandwich Claire would serve him, before he got on the bus to the law-building to meet up with a blood-diamond insider-insurance law-man (Kleinfeld), swapped his blood-diamonds with fakes and got back on the bus to get to the train station place a social-media message worthy 'chess' treasure. This is Queens, and it's not all of New York, but it's got the right-enough stuff for 'conflict-zone' gem insurance journals of 'dark' consumerism (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: I prefer a Knicks-game; I miss the days of Ewing; diamond-insurance James Bond ain't better than a deli-angel.

After making the blood-diamond swap, Amlan Satan the prince of Queens (NY) hopped back onto the bus and got to the Fragments gem-store where he exchanged about 1/2 of the 'lifted' conflict-zone gems (Ion Company) for a 'cool' diamond-set even a Martian would think was capitalism human race expression (ha).

AMLAN SATAN: This is the pre-requisite for New York gem-chess expression; you veil everything inside the overground market.

Amlan Satan made the blood-diamond 1/2 amount swap at Fragments (Queens) costumed as a 'theater-man' agent of the Ion Company, claiming he'd have only 15 minutes for the trade before getting to the train-station locker-room to make his treasure-media message drop to subvert all the blood-diamond baron-insurance 'ugliness' and the diamond-merchant store manager had nothing to say but, "You look like a 'convert' from Mardi Gras, James Bond." 

AMLAN SATAN: Nah, I'm (honestly) an Edison-man, diamond-store man of the Earth (ha).

CLAIRE: Why'd you mail me this sandalwood cowboys-Indians chess-set, Satan?
AMLAN SATAN: You know I'm a prince, and I'm putting you on a bus/plane to Switzerland...so we can ski and retire (together).

CLAIRE: I never liked chess.

AMLAN SATAN: It's the 4-corner double-diagonal bishop(s)-play of chess that reminds you of the 'darkness' of Queens, right?
CLAIRE: That's right, Amlan.

AMLAN SATAN: That's right!

He had about 2 hours to perform the entire 'social-media' mountable/fertile diamond-insurance insider-operation in Queens that day, and this was his way out of the diamond-marketplace egg-life for himself (and for Claire!). Costumed as the Mardi Gras eccentric with a 'fake' Ion-Company 'permissions-card' for target(s), Prince Amlan made the right-stuff pacing for this storybook ending of a brooding prince of chess...wow, even Martians would claim this 'deed' was all Ego.

LEO: You want me to find this 'potential' Gargoyle at the train-station making some locker-placement for social-media chess?

BARON ION: I'm 'doubtless' this prince of diamond-insurance journals has a sticker for the street(s) for my Company, Leo.

LEO: I'd rather take my girl to a movie-showing (Tandy), Baron.

BARON ION: You hit Amlan Satan, and I'll place something in the train-locker...just for Tandy (hmm).

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange(s) and makes 'rogue' terrorism finances woe.

So, what's the big deal, Amlan Satan? Why'd you place a not-so-chic Topps Randall Cunningham post-Eagles Vikings transfer-market spirit(s) sports-treasure (card) with photo inside Baron Ion's company train-station locker for a 'substitute' social-media post about your 'preferred' insurance iconography Cunningham-Viking (Upper Deck) treasure for this Queens-NY era of great capitalism-finance(s) corruption...and Ego?

AMLAN SATAN: Now, this card, the Topps, is top-drawer, but it's not Upper-Deck; the street will smell the insurance-exercise.

THE POST: The 1999 'Strike-Force' (Upper Deck) Cunningham post-Philly Super Bowl ambition Viking-card is Edison-insurance.

AMLAN SATAN: I know this 'Ion Company' has got some young street-punk after me at the train-station, and I'm to meet Claire.

LEO: There's that Amlan Satan; I just have to 'grab' him and stick him with a heart-attack lethal-injection before he departs.

AMLAN SATAN: Why do the movies these days always remind us of the 'elliptical-doomsday' of Queens (chess)?

BARON ION: What the hell happened, you Gargoyle (Leo)?
LEO: Amlan Satan hopped onto his train and got to his 'cyber' station in-time, Baron (damn).

BARON ION: You let that Artful Dodger 'draw' a chess-stalemate with his bishop(s)-play dirt, you Gargoyle (Leo)?
LEO: I think this 'Cunningham-Viking' sports-card treasure (Upper Deck) he'd cast for diamond-insurance is 'pure' expression!

JOURNAL: "I dropped the right messages/treasures at the right time(s) and snatched Claire for Switzerland and thought toast."

CLAIRE: You got me a Gremlins movie poster/card, Satan?
AMLAN SATAN: It's the 'least' thing I could do for my Scheherazade (Claire).

CLAIRE: Thanks.

The moral of this story is that capitalism even in Queens-chess requires a new 'form' for explicit/graphic insurance-market 'insider' expression these days. Fortunately, there's an insider-man like Prince Satan (Amlan) who reminded us that any job worth the re-telling offers us the 'rich' expression(s) of 'cool' effort (wow).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)