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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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waiting for the miracle
stumbling around blind
did Jesus ever do anything questionable with his powers
did they even have keggers in Bethlehem?
is that why he left - for the bright lights and big city
that twee motherfucker
yeah I said it, Christ was a pussy who couldn’t seal the deal.
My savior will drink whiskey and he’ll fuck half of Toronto
he’ll sell the blood of christ at warehouse parties
and operate heavy fucking machinery
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