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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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          • September 25, 2012 1:28 pm

            : Jade Bos - LP Press

            Tonight I saw grown men weeping on TV. The sanctity of our life has been shattered, our fathers and children lied to. America is in trouble people, I’m talking about the American football game. I’m serious, this is gonna be 72 pt font headline deal. ‘Respected’ grown men are going to accuse the NFL of being rotten cheating animals! Babies are going to begin to doubt the wonder of reality, and we’re all gonna slaughter each other in the streets.

            I don’t want to live in a world where the wondrous American spectacle; the best dad gum drugs, violence, and gambling spectacle there is - is openly mocked by money grubbing charlatans and fools. Sure, the Gods are indifferent to war and famine, but this time they’ve gone to far. The need to realize that if the coliseum is not honest then neither shall be the church or the bedroom, thus chaos shall rule supreme. Duality will fall out of balance and the ying will eat the yang (or is it vice versa?) Reality’s sacred veil has been torn apart and shat upon. This is the end.

            I’ve started a , because I know everyone is clamoring to know what Hookers or Cake’s views are on topical events. This little piece was in response to watching Monday Night Football where grown men almost wept and did much gnashing of teeth in response to a blown call by the replacement referees. It was hi-lar-eee-us

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