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Year: 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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For Ben

Posted on April 17, 2006April 25, 2022 by KZ

Stories never begin with “Once upon a time” anymore. I imagine there must have been a time when “Once upon a time” was the noblest salutation a storyteller could say to preface his tales. No longer, I guess. Compulsion urges us for constant change — and so we bend a little each time so that…

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All But Forgotten

Posted on March 31, 2006April 25, 2022 by KZ

After embarking on a four-month odyssey that began in the suburbs of Akron, Ohio, and which ended atop the highest peaks of the Nepali Himalayas, I can confirm that Diet Dr. Pepper does, in fact, taste more like Dr. Pepper than regular Dr. Pepper. How they pulled this off, the constituents of our generation may…

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I looked up out of the dark swirl of my mind and I knew I was on a bed eight thousand feet above sea level, on a roof of the world, and I knew that I had lived a whole life and many others in the poor atomistic husk of my flesh, and I had all the dreams.~Jack KerouacSource: On the Road
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