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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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          • March 21, 2011 8:11 pm
            The place where I’m from you can amble down the boulevard with an attractive companion while walking a tame wolf. On warm days it isn’t odd to be greeted by a mechanical white elephant that serves frozen libations of cow’s breast milk. The elephant sings a loud, proud and simple tune and if you’re are truly blessed you may soon find yourself investigating the true nature of a Dilly Bar.I  hope that all humans come to know the leisure of such silly, lovely things.But what usually happens is a couple of assholes always want all the dilly bars for themselves and they ruin it for everyone.

            The place where I’m from you can amble down the boulevard with an attractive companion while walking a tame wolf. On warm days it isn’t odd to be greeted by a mechanical white elephant that serves frozen libations of cow’s breast milk. The elephant sings a loud, proud and simple tune and if you’re are truly blessed you may soon find yourself investigating the true nature of a Dilly Bar.

            I  hope that all humans come to know the leisure of such silly, lovely things.

            But what usually happens is a couple of assholes always want all the dilly bars for themselves and they ruin it for everyone.

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