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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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          • February 28, 2011 9:00 am
            A kind of ancient snake charmer squawks and honks a form of blistering thunk till we all forget about the ocean quite completely. I slow danced with her to Prince’s, Purple Rain at a Middle school dance. She smelled of strawberries and whiskey. She kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her teeth… she had thousands of them. She told me to put everything on the Steelers. I mistook this for sexual innuendo and I put my hands on her butt. What happened next I don’t quite remember… but the papers said she destroyed more tan half of Reno.

            A kind of ancient snake charmer

            squawks and honks a form of blistering thunk

            till we all forget about the ocean quite completely.

            I slow danced with her to Prince’s, Purple Rain at a Middle school dance. She smelled of strawberries and whiskey. She kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her teeth… she had thousands of them. She told me to put everything on the Steelers. I mistook this for sexual innuendo and I put my hands on her butt. What happened next I don’t quite remember… but the papers said she destroyed more tan half of Reno.

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