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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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I was on the beach in the surf running to the arms of my lover
I was on the beach in the surf running into the jaws of a monster
I was on the beach in the surf running into life and love
and all of society was fleeing in terror
Now society, the monster, my love, and I are tired from all that running
We’re having a slice of pizza and there’s talk of icecream…
Good Lord, I hope I don’t wake from the dream before the icecream!
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