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Man narrates his dark micro-journey at a football field office where 'discovery' of vampire-thought draws for him special languages of a capitalist shorthand orientation (for leviathan/uncertainty).

A vampire story about incomplete distances (to Selfie-religion!). Thanks for reading (happy/safe weekend to all), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/commentary).

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I was happily working as a pro-football fanfare American Homeland 'culture' man at my office in the East Coast when my new boss (Danica) struck me as somehow adversarial to my consciousness-view that analogical reasoning for wrought-distances to sportsmanship-governance 'confidence' would provide (real!) Earthling 'matter' for my Selfie age of lifestyle 'linked' social shielding (for the Ego). Follow along, Selfie-like.

You see, Danica was no ordinary new-boss for American football managerial 'intelligence-intrigue' for Earth world consciousness. She, I discovered, had become (or always was?) a vampire, a blood-drinker, a life-alteration bad dark queen of things of non-normal sustenance/vitality/nutrition. This of course affected the way she treated us and certainly all human beings of the East Coast she'd connect with for sportsmanship jars and TV/ad culture for capitalist mezzanines in our Blue-Planet broadcast/marketing/trades/resourcing office (hmmm).

DANICA: I'd like you to cover this Euro-currency exhibition between Philly and Detroit, fool.

ME: I saw you drinking a wine-glass...of human blood (after-hours) at the office, girl.

DANICA: I'm your boss, fool; so don't take lightly brisk chat for American vanity (ok).

ME: No, I saw you do it, and I know it was blood; and it's why you're so terse/curt.

DANICA: We're all vampires, capitalists, fool (do your works).

ME: I'm gonna write a story about you (fiction, of course).

DANICA: What will it characterize, fool?

ME: I'll talk about how competition 'analogy' promotes vitality personals, girl.

DANICA: If I like it, I might spare your life/job, man.

ME: Cool...I shall win the Pulitzer and keep your secret (ok).

DANICA: What's in this for you, office-prince?

ME: Why, I'd get to think I was Sherlock Holmes...or Bartleby (ha).

DANICA: Good luck, fool (Facebook-like).

Would you believe I won the Pulitzer, for my stark/colored 'diorama' about incomplete-arts of things of Heaven/Hell 'life-linked' to football field goals in the American Homeland? Wow, I knew my boss would be pleased, and the work concerned a new female vampire taking over the head-figure stance in a town where football field goals had become signpost for things of vanity and competition storytelling. The antiheroine vampire-queen character would affect/alter the town's Ego; and I would liken her (in writing!) to female figureheads of great capitalist/sportsfolk symbolism, to outline (or silhouette!) why vampire-consciousness was something of a 'sport' image for all labyrinths of shadow-strength (for leviathan/uncertainty). Of course, Danica spared my life, and I quit my job to become a schoolteacher (for 'American' shining).

"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)