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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 18, 2010 3:46 pm
            Acceptance and peace bloom in this crazy ass wedding. Jesus puts down the bong turns the bottles of water into boxes of wine. My lion tamer love lays down with the robot that built Cincinnati. Wires and tendons intertwine and become wireless. “ALL IS WIRELESS!” declares the NY Times… as we steal one anothers bandwidth …your black heart router blinking and nodding deep into the night. _________________________________ *photo from rightclickthisshit (unknown)

            Acceptance and peace bloom

            in this crazy ass wedding.

            Jesus puts down the bong

            turns the bottles of water into boxes of wine.

            My lion tamer love lays down with the robot that built Cincinnati.

            Wires and tendons intertwine and become wireless.

            “ALL IS WIRELESS!” declares the NY Times…

            as we steal one anothers bandwidth

            …your black heart router

            blinking and nodding deep into the night.

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            *photo from rightclickthisshit (unknown)

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