A Trojan for a Horse: Spy Walkie

Narrated fiction of a post-war vet's dreamscape adventure-ride into the risk imagery of human world activity (for 'American' shoulders).

A war-veteran journal/adventure/fiction. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Afghan-War) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translation/commentary).

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"I had endured much adventure in the post-9/11 Afghan-War for my American Homeland of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade globalism-rhetoric securities for 'confidence' art and returned home post-honors as a war-vet to become a special doctor (dentist!) and re-continue my post-grad American Dream of serving society as a medical pro in my surfacing Selfie age of lifestyle linked comforts for consumerism/capitalism for the Ego (Facebook-like)."

"One Saturday dawn, after some heavy wine with wife, I had a lucid-dream of mythos-proportion. There I was, just a dentist in Boston-town (New England), an Algerian-Slovak Catholic immigrant/citizen/war-vet who'd suddenly be thrust into some dreamscape 'misadventure' of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade bureaucracy-arts I guessed, put into the seat of a driving car on a ring of the Planet Saturn (in the dream-sleep 'journey), forced I guess to think of my childhood fascination with toy race-cars. What the Hell did this dream-scape signify for my Selfie normal age/life for the Ego? I had to wonder, and where would it lead (I had to think)?"

HYDRA: Welcome to your adventure, doc/soldier.

ME: I'm merely a dentist and was just on a Saturn-ring racing, lady.

HYDRA: I'm the gate-keeper/messenger of your adventure-journey!

ME: What am I doing here in front of a horned serpent-lady for IQ?

HYDRA: Your world of Selfie comforts and dentistry is war-vet IQ.

ME: This is some kind of ancient mythos spell or journey for write?

HYDRA: Write what you like...for yours is an 'examination' of salt.

ME: Salt, Hydra-lady?

HYDRA: This immersion in this underbelly-world is an angst-maze.

ME: I think; racing, horned-oracles, endurance, an insurance can!

HYDRA: Write what you like...for yours is a labyrinth of the brain.

ME: Selfie-like (for the gods?).

"I woke from the dream in cold-sweat and (simply) knew what the Hydra-oracle lady wanted me to 'adapt' for examination of my Selfie life/culture/society/planet of post-war consciousness and comforts/capitalism intrigue for self-awareness and self-immersion. That planet ring auto race and varied mythos avatars of great metaphysics wonder/symbolism and ideas about personality awareness and self-sustenance (or risk!) concerned a human world 'science' for things of wrought field goals and environmental impact image of both intelligence...and freakishness (wow)."

WIFE: That's some story, hubby (damn).

ME: I guess I'm to find 'adaptation' for society/value(s) now, wife!

WIFE: You might draw links between this underworld and games.

ME: That's wise, wife...I guess to draw a 'language' (competition?).

WIFE: Why don't you use one of our daughter's cheerleader-cards?

ME: Aha, a football cheerleader card-image for Hades' horse (ha).

WIFE: Call it...Risk & Shining: Post-War Theater.

ME: Facebook-like (for the gods).

"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)