Amlan Satan's Thirteen

An Earth-prince of the Penn state school area recounts a life of sports and bad-dreams/error and restored image for (American) rulers.

A personality 'fable' loosely inspired by Number One (Charlton Heston). Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no ties to any person(s) or real-life/world news-story or figure and is purely a 'personal' expression for language-arts (for 'open' media). 

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AMLAN SATAN: "Here's the Homeland-Jersey Selfie-IQ for a reflection of wrought incomplete-distances to mental restorations following deep-scar errors deviating from football-coaching and Philly-street super vision docs."

Amlan moved from Algiers to Napa and became a street-survivalist and had experiments with night-rituals by the sea before it dawned on him that his circle(s) of 'associations' led to the accidental death of his lady-friend (Esmerelda), from which he'd never recover and which brought him all the way to the East (Pennsylvania) where he took it upon-himself to become a school-sports coach (football) for social-media photo-synthesis in materialism-balances (for the Ego).

SHELLEY: Do you miss this 'queen' of the dark side, Satan?
AMLAN: Nah, you're a worthy substitute, Shelley (ha).

SHELLEY: Seriously, does it bother you that your 'trophy' intuition led to death?

AMLAN: Half my religion (maybe).

SHELLEY: You need to channel what drives the ambition to create 'Selfie' art.

AMLAN: You're right (FaceTime).

As a coach, Satan had become an 'advocate' of science-fiction imagination, urging his field athletes to think (deeply) about the chess-ties between sportsmanship and evolution itself, about the human race, and about media shapes, and his players/athletes in-turn considered Amlan a special 'youthful' man of meditation and regret, perhaps fueling his conception of difficult balances for vanity and soldiery (for the Ego).

SHELLEY: I got us cop-cinema, for Saturday's Eve.

AMLAN: Good thought, Shelley; story-image for vanity destruction, cool.

SHELLEY: What's it take to be the Number-One (immigration)?

AMLAN: Purely cinematic flare-guns (for triskaidekaphobia).

SHELLEY: This is where you laid her body, after transporting it (California).

AMLAN: Thanx for bringing me (back) here, Shelley.

SHELLEY: Your school-team shines, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Good for bureaucracy, thanx.

SHELLEY: American Ego concerns those incomplete-distances to language-arts, Satan.

AMLAN: For all (time).

SHELLEY: Is there nothing sacred about intelligible vanities?

AMLAN: Nothing in a cemetery, I think (unsure).

Mr. Satan thought (deeply) about his wrought fortune-readings and why/how sportsmanship-IQ brought him restorations in sanity and American Dream imaging/shaping, for our Selfie-culture of materialism-conveniences humilities (surely). Well, perhaps Amlan served the greater-gods of immigration-dynamics, or perhaps he was (purely) measuring the laurel(s) of capitalism-race 'chess' labors/tedium. Regardless, his sign for unlucky-13 had become a mirror-image for his actual birthday (6/13), which made him think why Philly-football was an activity-set (in toyland!) for the Ego's charms (or deviance). This was a different 'brand' of the American Dream, and it was (surely) some form for discreet-soldiery (for leviathan).

"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)