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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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          • June 29, 2012 1:43 am
            I was trying to stage a rewrite of the Deadulus myth staring cute sweet little kittens. But after a quarter million dollars and countless hours of practice all the kittens turned out to be rabid and died. Those last few reheasals though! So like the high flying Icarus, my wings melted and I fell into the sea. It was while drowning that it hit me, Maniac Robot Kittens!  I will build and army and kill everyone who doesn’t think I’m a fucking genius! And you know what that means… No more solo ice cream socials for me.

            I was trying to stage a rewrite of the Deadulus myth staring cute sweet little kittens. But after a quarter million dollars and countless hours of practice all the kittens turned out to be rabid and died. Those last few reheasals though!

            So like the high flying Icarus, my wings melted and I fell into the sea. It was while drowning that it hit me, Maniac Robot Kittens!  I will build and army and kill everyone who doesn’t think I’m a fucking genius! And you know what that means…

            No more solo ice cream socials for me.

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            3. said: *starring *an army XDDDDDD <3
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