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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 31, 2010 1:41 am
            I had a dream that I was a straight up baller I changed my name to Todd and moved into Tangier Estates I bought a medium level luxury sedan and took up tai chi I freed everyone from the illusion of suffering by whispering the lyrics of Tin Man into the ear of a thousand kittens. I made love to the cruel and the ignorant, atop a infinite pile of Hungry Man TV dinners I burned myself on the cobbler My heart raced in vain I was alone and dreaming til the muffler salesman called out my true name

            I had a dream that I was a straight up baller

            I changed my name to Todd and moved into Tangier Estates

            I bought a medium level luxury sedan and took up tai chi

            I freed everyone from the illusion of suffering by whispering the lyrics of Tin Man into the ear of a thousand kittens.

            I made love to the cruel and the ignorant, atop a infinite pile of Hungry Man TV dinners

            I burned myself on the cobbler

            My heart raced in vain

            I was alone and dreaming

            til the muffler salesman called out my true name

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            4. said: Damn. Now I’m jamming on the tropic of sir galahad
            5. said: yup
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