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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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December 14, 2009 9:05 am
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December 14, 2009 8:30 am
Happy Monday!
and if your a paid employee this should be last full week of work until next year.
ahhh another year of taking it like a champ, come and gone (pun unintentional)
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December 13, 2009 3:51 pm
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L’ Impero Interiore
Earl’s savage desire went to seed
there is a gamble between
what you want and what you need
double coupon day, a truckload of speed…
who’s to say the color of rust
isn’t the same color as greed.
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December 13, 2009 1:38 pm
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for novelty purposes only.
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December 12, 2009 11:08 pm
I was surprised when I died.
God asked me a lot of questions.
He was like an excited little kid.
“What was it like to kiss a girl?! he beamed.
You’ve never kissed a girl? I asked
“Naw.” God blushed, “For me their is no other.”
“Fucking Bullshit!” an angel piped up. “Shut the Fuck up Todd!” God hissed.
Todd continued. “So that planet you destroyed? cuz that Debbie chick, slapped you…” “DEBRORAH!” God roared “HER NAME WAS DEBORAH! AND SHE DIDN”T SLAP ME. The whole thing was Steve’s fault anyway…” he trailed off. Then he cleared his throat and asked me if I’d even been to an Applebee’s.3 notes Filed under: silly stories, art,. -
December 12, 2009 8:50 pm11 notes
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December 12, 2009 2:57 am
Willie Nelson gives way to Ray Charles and we all cry like doves
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December 11, 2009 9:23 am
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Hank’s got a secret
Santa
its full of nitrous
He’d be in the front yard for hours
giggling in the dark
the warm twinkling colored lights
it was like God was pissing love into his broken old heart thru his eyes
He’d finally pass out in the manger scene - armswrapped around baby Jesus
Straw in his hair - drunk on all that Frankincense and Coors
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December 11, 2009 9:02 am
TGIF Bitches
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December 11, 2009 12:20 am
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