Hookers or Cake

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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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          • December 19, 2009 12:52 am
            by candlelight you took out my fillings rusty pliers and a handle of cheap gin afraid of the mercury now I don’t get any radio stations at all its just mute shadow puppet shows and they always turn into fistfights til I cant tell the blood from the rust

            by candlelight
            you took out my fillings

            rusty pliers and a handle of cheap gin
            afraid of the mercury

            now I don’t get any radio stations at all
            its just mute shadow puppet shows

            and they always turn into fistfights
            til I cant tell the blood from the rust

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