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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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          • February 7, 2011 11:55 pm
            No one ever gave a shit about the Grammy’s. Lest of all God. But this year 2011 was different. You see the planet earth was fast approaching the singularity. The singularity is where a certain percentage of the populous sees through the charade of separation and selfishness and begins to act and live as one. Contrary to popular belief a large portion of the worlds population, understanding what unites us and then seeing all human beings as one giant soul with billions of different ways and plays of being? That would not necessarily be a good thing. Life involves suffering and if that ballast no longer holds true then duality falls apart and the earth would be thrown out of balance and  literally fall off its axis. So when every year a Christopher Cross would win song of the year with some piece of unbearable schlock, the gods smiled and knew… Life, the horrible piece of shit that it was, would drag on and squirt out another decade or two. But now with something like Cee-Lo Green poised to take home the bacon with a sweet catchy little R&B jam like, Fuck-You? Well that would be the end. Unless… Bruno Mars you’re our only hope. Edit: Ahhh I didn’t win the Grammy competition. =( haha

            No one ever gave a shit about the Grammy’s. Lest of all God. But this year 2011 was different. You see the planet earth was fast approaching the singularity. The singularity is where a certain percentage of the populous sees through the charade of separation and selfishness and begins to act and live as one. Contrary to popular belief a large portion of the worlds population, understanding what unites us and then seeing all human beings as one giant soul with billions of different ways and plays of being? That would not necessarily be a good thing. Life involves suffering and if that ballast no longer holds true then duality falls apart and the earth would be thrown out of balance and  literally fall off its axis.

            So when every year a Christopher Cross would win song of the year with some piece of unbearable schlock, the gods smiled and knew… Life, the horrible piece of shit that it was, would drag on and squirt out another decade or two. But now with something like Cee-Lo Green poised to take home the bacon with a sweet catchy little R&B jam like, Fuck-You? Well that would be the end.

            Unless…

            Bruno Mars you’re our only hope.

            Edit: Ahhh I didn’t win the Grammy competition. =( haha

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