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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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Tang
the giver and destroyer
the 7-11 clerk high on regs
It got so crazy for a time that Jerry Fallwell was crankcalling me
offering incredibly low rates and 8 inches of vulcanized cock
of course he spoke in code
but I could smell out his desperate libido from 10,000 leagues
Fatties git lonely
specially on Friday
I’d stagger over at 4 AM and beat his ass for 3 straight hours
he’d be up an hour or so later though - fried spam & eggs fritattas - 2 or 3 carafes of Tang
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