Hookers or Cake

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I'm too wacky to be hip.

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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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          • November 5, 2011 12:09 pm
            God’s ever evolving concept of what exactly Lou Reed is. (A compliment paid by an anamatronic toaster-oven, to a dead 21st century God.) Do people enjoy Lou Reed because he’s so sincerely trying to be cool that it makes his whole, cool pretense, wildly authentic? Cuz thats why I like him. He’s the realest fake I know. And how he worries about it! Oh, such a dear sweet boy.

            God’s ever evolving concept of what exactly Lou Reed is.

            (A compliment paid by an anamatronic toaster-oven, to a dead 21st century God.)

            Do people enjoy Lou Reed because he’s so sincerely trying to be cool that it makes his whole, cool pretense, wildly authentic? Cuz thats why I like him. He’s the realest fake I know. And how he worries about it! Oh, such a dear sweet boy.

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            2. said: Linger oweeonnnn.. your pale blue balls
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            4. said: I just like his music. I was singularly introduced to the audio, and never knew his persona. Though what I’ve seen of him comes off as early 80’s porn-star.
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