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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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          • November 2, 2012 1:12 pm
            Sometimes when I’m playing video games I don’t have the energy to kill things so I just wander around and space out. Last night I was doing just this when I had the strongest sense of Deja-vu. I’d never played this game before and to my knowledge I’d never been a massive alien wandering around one of Jupiter’s moons with a volcano gun, but yet it all seemed so familiar. The entire feeling was also permeated by a sense of happy anticipation, like I was going to make myself a big bowl of ice cream only I got interrupted by an important errand and then forgot about the ice cream, but I was still left with the feeling of happy anticipation. So I thought for a moment, “Hey, what was I so happily looking forward to?” and then remembered, “Ice cream!, Hell yeah!” but then I get interrupted again and this scene just keeps repeating itself until the original sense of Deju-vu expands into a endless sky like sense of knowing. Yeah that happened to me last night for about four hours. I was enjoying the strange poly-rhythms of joy and memory while wandering around lost in a video game. And then I got sleepy and went to bed. Today I seem to be thoroughly berating myself all day for just floating along joyously all night and not getting shit done. I need to get shit done, so I can buy and do things that allow me float along joyously in peace. It aint easy being a human. Sometimes I wish I were just trudging about lost on an ancient moon with my trusty ol volcano gun.

            Sometimes when I’m playing video games I don’t have the energy to kill things so I just wander around and space out. Last night I was doing just this when I had the strongest sense of Deja-vu. I’d never played this game before and to my knowledge I’d never been a massive alien wandering around one of Jupiter’s moons with a volcano gun, but yet it all seemed so familiar. The entire feeling was also permeated by a sense of happy anticipation, like I was going to make myself a big bowl of ice cream only I got interrupted by an important errand and then forgot about the ice cream, but I was still left with the feeling of happy anticipation. So I thought for a moment, “Hey, what was I so happily looking forward to?” and then remembered, “Ice cream!, Hell yeah!” but then I get interrupted again and this scene just keeps repeating itself until the original sense of Deju-vu expands into a endless sky like sense of knowing.

            Yeah that happened to me last night for about four hours. I was enjoying the strange poly-rhythms of joy and memory while wandering around lost in a video game. And then I got sleepy and went to bed.

            Today I seem to be thoroughly berating myself all day for just floating along joyously all night and not getting shit done. I need to get shit done, so I can buy and do things that allow me float along joyously in peace.

            It aint easy being a human. Sometimes I wish I were just trudging about lost on an ancient moon with my trusty ol volcano gun.

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            5. said: “It aint easy being a human. Sometimes I wish I were just trudging about on an ancient moon with my trusty ol volcano gun.” GOLD!
            6. said: “I need to get shit done, so I can buy and do things…” Exactly.
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