Hookers or Cake

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I'm too wacky to be hip.

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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, 2010 10:02 am
            rrrick:madunne:via www.digitaljournal.com When I was older - I was a giant I would rise in the west like a siren shake the candy from my broken heart and attack sleepy miniature villages eating office buildings like stacks of waffles dousing them with crude oil syrup tearing open water towers to slake my thirst squeezing city buses like tubes of cookie dough My reign of terror lasted until there was nothing left to smash and then it was nap time

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            When I was older - I was a giant

            I would rise in the west like a siren

            shake the candy from my broken heart

            and attack sleepy miniature villages


            eating office buildings like stacks of waffles

            dousing them with crude oil syrup

            tearing open water towers to slake my thirst

            squeezing city buses like tubes of cookie dough


            My reign of terror lasted

            until there was nothing left to smash

            and then it was nap time

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