To the delighted worshipers, Cody Goodfellow, here a Most Exalted Hierophant, delivered a sermon that started with growled mentions of “doom-engines, black and red,” “great hammers of the scouring” and so on.

Then the speech took a left turn.

“​​I must confess myself among those who always trusted that a coven of sexless black-robed liches would change the world for the better,” said Goodfellow, who had flown in from the netherworld known as San Diego, Calif. “But the malignant forces of misplaced morality have regrouped from the backlash that stopped them in the ’80s, and the re-lash is in full swing.”

And so it went, with delicious jabs at incel culture (of which, one might argue, Lovecraft was a proto-member) and plutocrats.

To reopen the Dreamlands for a new era, Cody Goodfellow and Shirley Jackson Award-Winning editor Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. dispatched nineteen modern oneironauts to survey the feral territories of the collective unconscious…

Broadcasting from a bamboo control tower on the dormant volcano of a nameless Pacific atoll, Bionic Exotica is a post-colonial cargo cult of the airwaves, relaying mutant signals from a psychotronic world music utopia.

“Goodfellow delivers a highly entertaining weird fiction tale situated at the intersection of punk rock and religious philosophy. […]

You read the news, and it’s almost like there’s a lot of fodder these days for fiction writers. Probably too much! And I have to wonder: as writers, do we mine those things as a form of therapy? READ THE FULL ARTICLE AT TOR.COM