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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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          • October 3, 2012 12:26 am
            I was chasing a giant ancient bird across the desolate electric landscape I had with me a small magical box I was planning to capture the bird with. Don’t worry the bird would be completely unharmed from this interaction. I just wanted its picture.  And then I realized I was lost a thousand days deep into the future.You’ll be happy to know, my dear that the future feels just like old times.

            I was chasing a giant ancient bird across the desolate electric

            landscape

            I had with me a small magical box

            I was planning to capture the bird with. Don’t worry

            the bird would be completely unharmed from this interaction.

            I just wanted its picture.  And then

            I realized

            I was lost a thousand days deep into the future.


            You’ll be happy to know, my dear

            that the future

            feels just like old times.

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