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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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reckless accusations about who and why
comedians bitching about
petty things
Even the Wizard of Id has grown sullen and listless
you try to cheer him up
you tell about the time you turned a dog heart into
a princess… and how she pissed all over King Ludwig’s condo…
but its too late
the corner store is closed and we’re running out of cigarettes.
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