Charlie & Me

Action-adventure account of city-defenses and adversarial messaging yielding a cop-lay heroics leviathan doughnut.

A fanfiction of the iconic terrorism-superstitions franchise Die Hard. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media-fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced work of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views). 

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I went to the Homeland city to create pure-panic and faced a worthy adversary-contender in the form of valiant and calculating street-policewoman named Charlie who effectively deterred my Hell-campaign and moved me to criminal-insanity incarceration center where I write this journal-language for a time-capsule. I considered my work/IQ a Selfie-consumerism conveniences culture challenges to capitalism-faces for bureaucracy-arts. Follow along!

The glassy shine of the gone World Trade Center (9/11) rendered social media image for memoirs of lost capitalist vanities, and it moved new age radicals (like me!) to create a new skyscraper plan, which is why I found myself in the Needle (Washington) where Charlie was vacationing and didn't presume to think her street-beat controls offered any wage for that lost 'art' of civilization mezzanine sculpting (ha).

CHARLIE: This guy wants to hurt the Super Bowl revenue office, I know it.

INTERVIEW: Why for the time when the champ-Eagles make pageant-visit?

CHARLIE: Who cares...this is bloody-murder and no politics-chess of any brand!

INTERVIEW: You think you can frustrate this male into humility with snake-IQ.

CHARLIE: Why not...for the sake of video-games and consumers elsewhere.

INTERVIEW: 9/11...thanx, Charlie (Godspeed).

CHARLIE: You daft prick you, terrorist!

ME: The Needle is mine...I'm your pesky Needle-Man, Charlie of factories (ha).

CHARLIE: You won't be smirking when I crawl through the shafts and choke you.

ME: You're quite the vanity-American for intercessions in Western art, cop.

CHARLIE: You'll see a shrink before this Needle bends, terrorist!

ME: Dodecahedrons (Facebook-like).

All I had was a handy-dandy plastic assembled weapon inside that Needle I seized for 8 entire hours one hellish Saturday as Valentine's Day neared, and I had more than ample ammo and a thin-glass inserted in the 2nd shooting-piston to fill with the acid I made in the Needle restroom (wow). However, that resource-rich American cop-girl (Charlie) found some electric-shock 'toys' to disorient my interior-examinations (damn).

She had the right-stuff, that Charlie devil. I didn't try to do this to destroy the Super Bowl but to raise attention of the neglect of capitalists for real fortune-worry in this Blue-Planet, and I suspected Charlie's heroics would hoist her to her celeb-culture of incomplete-lines IQ for future-deeds of a more media 'friendly' handshake (hmmm).

INTERVIEW: Thanx so much, officer.

CHARLIE: This entire country is the real hero, Big-Brother.

INTERVIEW: You got some movie/comics art offer, eh, Charlie?

CHARLIE: Yeah, but I think I'm opting for this Paris Games gift-package (ha).

INTERVIEW: Leviathan arts, ok (thanx!).

You see, that's my 'snapshot' of this stranger event in this American Homeland, and I found the right art for re-presentation in this incarceration center, and I've no doubt Charlie's become an angel. I anticipate some movie/art in her image for me to determine what/if they'll label me as (simplified) dodecahedron-bookie.

"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)