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by Michael Chretien

Published in Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996


After numerous attempts to reunite “The Beatles,” Paul finally
screamed, “HELL YES CYBERSPACE ORPHEUS!” I had charmed them into
performing a private gig with the late John Lennon. Leading them into my
parapsycho-sanctum, I physically transformed into the personification of
Lennon’s karma. Drawing the black curtains closed, I instructed them to
meditate on Lennon’s spirit while staring into the large, round mirror
reflecting the surrounding pitch black darkness. Wielding my machete, I
slashed them each into little pieces, slashed my own wrist, and chanted;
“spiritually reunite‚Ķand sing me ‘Helter-Skelter‚Ķ”‘

Paul and George were cream-puffs, but Ringo fought like the devil!

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Michael Chretien, the author of these two short, hyper-fiction pieces, lives in Montreal Quebec Canada and attends university full time. He's studying for his 2nd degree.