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Month: August 2006

On Being Saved

Posted on August 28, 2006April 25, 2022 by KZ

Define salvation. The mind immediately grasps for explanations of the metaphysical, recollections of the mystical, wisps of stardust and Divine refuse, ethereal trails of holy time, thoughts, visions, majestic myths. The Divine. We all have some joker in the sky to blame for our joys and our woes, existence of flesh, the theoretical residence of…

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Mike Hagen had his Screw Shack. The Screw Shack was a very stellar— Mal Function!—Hagen production. None of the boards lay true and none of the nails ever quite made it all the way in. The boards seemed to be huddled together in a tentative arrangement. One day Kesey took a hammer and hit a single nail on the peak of the shack and the whole shack fell down. "Nothing lasts, Hagen!" yelled Mountain Girl, and her laugh boomed through the redwoods.~Tom WolfeSource: The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
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