Medusa & Arnie

A car writer finds counsel from the underworld snake-deity for a roadways 'IQ' concerning incomplete-distances readings to the magic of jumping.

A Medusa vignette. Happy Holidays! 

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Arnie had become a special ghost-machinery writer in the American Homeland, penning special eerie tales of everyday car-buyers finding special if typical automobiles which turned out to be haunted by some presence or something other-worldly that would turn the owner/driver into some maniac or Romanticist (one or the other) for Earthling charms in a Selfie-culture of lifestyle/fortune linked possession and decision conversations commentary (Facebook-like!).

ARNIE: This new one is the best one yet, and it features a mod-classic white auto for focus, that the (hypothetical!) owner/driver shall take across the States and along the way engage with diner-waitresses and find some strange immortality-color for those stranger links between capitalists and jesters (wow).

Believe it or not, Arnie's stranger auto-focus words of writer's cleats, concerning his newest one about a mod-classic X-C machine used by the (fictional!) owner for a diner-survey IQ of American Homeland consciousness drew the stranger interest of the iconic underworld demon-deity, snake-lady, of hypnosis and obsession, the fabled and cryptic and eerie Medusa. Now, Medusa was once a gorgeous young girl who fell under some stranger punishment-curse, rendering her a hideous poisons-wielder and snake-haired wiry demon-princess of all things leviathan/uncertainty. What'd she want with Arnie now (Facebook-like)?

MEDUSA: I want you to portray this character you're writing about now.

ARNIE: Why me, snake-lady?
MEDUSA: I want you to imagine yourself as this diner-for-scholarship.

ARNIE: Why me?

MEDUSA: Well, I'd like you to take a case, a radio-player, for lyrics-shares.

ARNIE: Why me?

MEDUSA: I want you to write about (yourself) a brain drawn to my powers.

ARNIE: Why me, snake-lady?
MEDUSA: Let's say this joint-write for trek/machinery lyrics is my curse-IQ.

ARNIE: So, I write about machinery-use and fixation, and you're the angel?

MEDUSA: Why not (Facebook-like)?

Arnie did the deed; and he won the Pulitzer for his searing portrait of the charms and superstitions of machinery drawn American Homeland consciousness for fortune and trekking. His concept/novel, titled (appropriately) Road-Electric Eyes, was about that capitalist game of opportunistic (if random) networking on Earth realm. Post-laurel time, Arnie got himself a table-sports game and wanted to recount the special counsel-vision he acquired from Medusa and what he learned about the joint-mind consciousness for wrought cleats of leviathan/uncertainty (Selfie-like!).

"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)