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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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          • October 10, 2011 12:49 am
            I’m taking a cue from other writers on Tumblr and have decided to write more about myself and personal life. Sorry I haven’t been posting as much… As many of you know I’m in the middle of putting together a new book. Its a children’s book for serial killers called, Mr. Pickles Strangles a Dirty Whore for Mommy! It’ll be a pop-up book full of mirrors glittering like alters in the dark void where my soul used to be. I am having a wee bit of a hard time finding a publisher though… =( My agent says I should stop wearing blue rubber medical gloves and my favorite muscle tee to meetings, but I find that itimidation is half the fun. I need a publisher who not only knows I like to partay, but that I was assembled by our alien overlords to keep humanity in its rightful place. So give it a rest Eugene, I will not be wearing that blue blazer anytime soon. In other news I’m really digging on this fall TV schedule. Not only do I enjoy the opurtunity to speak to strangers about my favorite personalities and sub plots, but I’ve found the laugh tracks on sit coms itch a very specific part of my brain. One I could never quite reach. Of course the pleasure I receive from the scratching makes me drool quite a bit so I have to sit in the bathroom tub in the dark shame of my heart and just turn the TV up really loud. Luckily my neighbors no longer complain.

            I’m taking a cue from other writers on Tumblr and have decided to write more about myself and personal life.

            Sorry I haven’t been posting as much… As many of you know I’m in the middle of putting together a new book. Its a children’s book for serial killers called, Mr. Pickles Strangles a Dirty Whore for Mommy! It’ll be a pop-up book full of mirrors glittering like alters in the dark void where my soul used to be.

            I am having a wee bit of a hard time finding a publisher though… =( My agent says I should stop wearing blue rubber medical gloves and my favorite muscle tee to meetings, but I find that itimidation is half the fun. I need a publisher who not only knows I like to partay, but that I was assembled by our alien overlords to keep humanity in its rightful place. So give it a rest Eugene, I will not be wearing that blue blazer anytime soon.

            In other news I’m really digging on this fall TV schedule. Not only do I enjoy the opurtunity to speak to strangers about my favorite personalities and sub plots, but I’ve found the laugh tracks on sit coms itch a very specific part of my brain. One I could never quite reach. Of course the pleasure I receive from the scratching makes me drool quite a bit so I have to sit in the bathroom tub in the dark shame of my heart and just turn the TV up really loud. Luckily my neighbors no longer complain.

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            5. criminalwisdom said: Mr. Pickles Strangles a Dirty Whore for Mommy! I’d so read that. Have you sold the movie rights yet? Children’s movies for serial killers are trending this fall. :-)
            6. said: As long as it isn’t Glee. Anything, but Glee.
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