Dimpled Kingdom

A brother narrates his ghost-story concerning his brother, concerning Earthling (UK) distance to actual language-lines of incomplete-readings of culture-disarray.

A (fictional) ghost-tale about the IRA. Thanks for reading, 

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My brother and I, twins, are both psychic. This is a very stranger-tale, concerning my lone-study of my brother's freelance work as the lone self-appointed agent of what he called the "Foreign Irish Republican Army" and infiltrated Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) for a blood-diamond (eco-capitalism 'chess') operation for derailing a smugglers-agenda stemming from Africa (Ion-company) that would destabilize commerce-linked Parliament policy-talks for enhanced inter-religious coexistence conditions (economics), and I called my brother Storm-Shadow, and I took the writer's name Snake-Eyes (comics avatars). While I'd write my brother's story, he'd carry-out the daring/dark tasks as an infiltrating guerrilla 'thief' in Belfast, utilizing psychic 'power' to predict diamonds-motions/timing for promptly required treasure-movement (for the Ego). As Snake-Eyes, I started to go insane, and it wasn't just because of my brother (Storm-Shadow).

My brother (Storm-Shadow) was taking-up residence at a special Northern Irish hostel-station which was an archaic building with much generations of Catholic-Protestant history 'richness' and told me, to my shock, that he was seeing, through his own psychic-powers, specter-apparitions of Black-and-Tans soldiers from Belfast (UK).

The Black-and-Tans were very unusual recruited ex-cons and ex-vets from WWI, by the British Empire, to simply create stern-mouth Hell for Irish-Catholic rebels in the 20th-Century. It was awful, but the government knew something much 'stronger' was required to quell the elation and thirst for outright escapism 'consciousness' created by the Irish Republican Army. These Black/Tans soldiers quickly 'earned' the rep (in streets of Belfast) of being simplified 'trolls' or gargoyles of the dark-side (wow). Well, I wondered if my psychic-twin was 'seeing' these ghosts inside that Northern Irish hostel, during his 'micro-crusade' for UK eco-capitalism, precisely because they were adversarial to street-rebelliousness! Storm-Shadow was certain these Black/Tans 'ghosts' were somehow invading his consciousness and making him feel like he was becoming more and more like a 21st-Century "foreign" IRA-doctor (wow) Was this Facebook-like?

These Black/Tans were nothing normal. They were sometimes labeled as something like 'trolls' of the United Kingdom, and their uniforms/dress reflected with weird-hats, represented something other-worldly for assignments in direct/directed iron-compression for Irish-rebel meanderings (wow). Storm-Shadow, my brother, started to think that perhaps they really were something like (actual) trolls, perchance something to say about the horrifying eeriness of the Jungle (Upton Sinclair).

I started going insane. I started believing, as Snake-Eyes, the writer of my twin's deeds of psychic 'power' in poor/troubled Northern Ireland (United Kingdom), that my brother, Storm-Shadow, the 'action-figure' of our sibling-pair, was seeing some dark-deep truth about the Black/Tans and that his shining-powers rendered a Selfie-culture comment about incomplete-distances readings of lifestyle and everyday culture/commerce...gone to the dark-side of bread/fruit and (simplified) dodecahedrons.

STORM-SHADOW: I'm committing suicide, brother.

SNAKE-EYES: What's it?
STORM-SHADOW: I can't take this form for Hell in this shining state!

SNAKE-EYES: What's it?
STORM-SHADOW: I didn't sign up for this...I miss Mark Twain, brother.

SNAKE-EYES: What's it?
STORM-SHADOW: Ghosts aren't meant to unfurl the image of culture-contact!

SNAKE-EYES: What's it?
STORM-SHADOW: Keep the flame, brother...races/religions shall disguise.

SNAKE-EYES: What's it?

"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)