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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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          • June 8, 2012 12:15 am
            Maybe god just forgot about us, because we were all so fucking lame. Its an infinite cosmos, right? Maybe there’s just more interesting shit cooking up in some other universe. Perhaps god just put us on auto pilot - you know, into a black hole/goldfish bowl where time collapses on itself so we continue to do the same shit we’ve been doing for millions of years. Every now and then, an angel will feed us a new toy like the printing press or nuclear fission and we’ll chew on that for a few hundred years.

            Maybe god just forgot about us, because we were all so fucking lame. Its an infinite cosmos, right? Maybe there’s just more interesting shit cooking up in some other universe. Perhaps god just put us on auto pilot - you know, into a black hole/goldfish bowl where time collapses on itself so we continue to do the same shit we’ve been doing for millions of years. Every now and then, an angel will feed us a new toy like the printing press or nuclear fission and we’ll chew on that for a few hundred years.

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            7. said: that pic is really disturbing… considering the fish can only survive for an hour in a plastic bag with water.
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