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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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          • May 15, 2010 11:36 am
            My bubble pipe caresses While my lover undresses The whole world hungry Mother Nature is in heat That fat, wild bitch I’ve seen her destroy Taco Bell’s with a flick of a wrist I’ve seen her copulate with an entire forest of trees flowers and animals - a venerable orgy swallowing entire sleepy villages whole but she knows little of human love and even less about economic theory Sometimes when no ones watching I find myself cheering her on as she devours a trailer park or a outlet mall “OH OH Get the big steeple,” I squeal. “The one with all the stained glass and the cross!!!”

            My bubble pipe caresses

            While my lover undresses

            The whole world hungry

            Mother Nature is in heat


            That fat, wild bitch

            I’ve seen her destroy Taco Bell’s with a flick of a wrist

            I’ve seen her copulate with an entire forest of trees

            flowers and animals - a venerable orgy

            swallowing entire sleepy villages whole


            but she knows little of human love

            and even less about economic theory

            Sometimes when no ones watching I find myself cheering her on

            as she devours a trailer park or a outlet mall

            “OH OH Get the big steeple,” I squeal.

            “The one with all the stained glass and the cross!!!”

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