Frankenstein Mythology
(re-printed from The Birth of Road Rage — find the book here)
The subconscious is no moon walk. The subconscious is Columbus sailing clear off the charts, a breeding ground for dark moods and suspicions. Used to be that’s where we played out our hunches. Used to be our shamans came back from there laden with treasure. But our myths have been butchered. Our shamans return now with singed hair and scorched hands, and we medicate them back into reality.
Meanwhile, Luke Skywalker goes to war with his father, and I ask you — who’s the real villain in this drama of life?
Christmas pops out a cash drawer like a hand puppet on speed, and enlightenment cooks down to a death knell.
Find John Bennett’s novels, short stories, and shards at Hcolom Press. You can contact him, or get on his Shards list at: dasleben@fairpoint.net
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It’s a Cyrano de Bergerac world
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