Injection-Molded Spirituality

Injection-Molded Spirituality

The highways and byways of heaven. Paved with gold so unblemished it makes Dove soap look like 99 and 44/100ths percent pure chum. Lined with mansions – not of the Mc variety, but built pearl brick upon pearl brick by Otis the Masonic Archangel and his winged...
Injection-Molded Spirituality

Groundhog Sausages

Those who gauge the ebbing and flowing of philosophical musings posit that existential thinking reached its zenith in 1986. During those Jelly Belly-fueled halcyon days of pinch-rolled jeans and mall hair, a young philosopher in a beret and sweater vest opined:...
Injection-Molded Spirituality

Crazy Eddie’s Stereos ’n’ Salvation

There comes a time in every Christian’s life when they decide to start their own church. That time is often 7:18 a.m. Sunday morning after two rounds of snooze bar-induced fever dreams. Usually, these plans fade by 7:20 when the risen snoozer realizes they can’t...