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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.

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          • March 22, 2012 12:20 am
            I woke up this morning and there was a marching band in the backyard. They had all their instruments out, but weren’t playing. Just haphazardly wandering around and bumping into each other. You think its an omen? Remember that time you touched my wiener with your bloody wooden hand Whatever became of us and all the times we planned Have my dreams all turned to shit now that even god’s laughter is canned or is there something more to this than make-believe marching bands

            I woke up this morning and there was a marching band in the backyard. They had all their instruments out, but weren’t playing.

            Just haphazardly wandering around and bumping into each other.


            You think its an omen?


            Remember that time you touched my wiener

            with your bloody wooden hand


            Whatever became of us

            and all the times we planned


            Have my dreams all turned to shit

            now that even god’s laughter is canned


            or is there something more to this

            than make-believe marching bands


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            3. said: One of my strange things is parades with marching bands make me cry. I have no idea why…maybe because it IS an omen.?
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            5. thedailydoodles said: Canned laughter of God… is amazing.
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