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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 12, 2011 2:27 pm
            The Devil loaded up his El Caminowith knick-knacks and other worthless shitand hit the open road.“Congratulations everyone, we lost the war on drugs!”Awww hell, we lost a lotta things.That’s life ya know, an endless process of losing.Once you come to grips with this reality(and really - the sooner the better)Only then can join the party of human-fucking-beings.Because it’s all a losing proposition.“But be of good cheer and rejoice,” cry the cocktail waitresses.It’s house money, always has beenIf you can’t recognize thatwell I’ve got no advice other than “Good luck!”Life’s not about hoarding or winningit’s about gambling on something that you give a fuck about.And if you don’t give a fuck about nothing…it may be time to have another drink and rethink things.You probably don’t give a fuck because your afraid.Afraid to fail or some dumb notion.Afraid to reach out with your heartbecause you’ll git slapped down to the cold groundquicker than a epileptic clown on roller skates. Don’t take yerself so serious kidreach out with your heart and feel the burnfeel the frustration and failurefeel your heart being cookeda delicious feastfor the beasts of delusionInvite em all in!Have a grand partyand watch those sad fucks high tail it outta there.You’ve taken away their powerand now they’ll have to go elsewhere.

            The Devil loaded up his El Camino
            with knick-knacks and other worthless shit
            and hit the open road.

            “Congratulations everyone, we lost the war on drugs!”

            Awww hell, we lost a lotta things.
            That’s life ya know, an endless process of losing.

            Once you come to grips with this reality
            (and really - the sooner the better)

            Only then can join the party of human-fucking-beings.

            Because it’s all a losing proposition.

            “But be of good cheer and rejoice,” cry the cocktail waitresses.
            It’s house money, always has been
            If you can’t recognize that
            well I’ve got no advice other than “Good luck!”

            Life’s not about hoarding or winning
            it’s about gambling on something that you give a fuck about.
            And if you don’t give a fuck about nothing…
            it may be time to have another drink and rethink things.

            You probably don’t give a fuck because your afraid.
            Afraid to fail or some dumb notion.
            Afraid to reach out with your heart
            because you’ll git slapped down to the cold ground
            quicker than a epileptic clown on roller skates.
             
            Don’t take yerself so serious kid
            reach out with your heart and feel the burn
            feel the frustration and failure
            feel your heart being cooked

            a delicious feast
            for the beasts of delusion

            Invite em all in!
            Have a grand party
            and watch those sad fucks high tail it outta there.

            You’ve taken away their power
            and now they’ll have to go elsewhere.

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