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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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          • June 19, 2010 12:22 pm
            More evidence was uncovered last week, hinting that Jim Morrison is still alive. The following writing was discovered in a Barnes & Noble in Emporia, Kansas.I awoke this morning to the sounds of Paris burningWhen I looked out the window all I saw was YouWhich in this case was a motel super 8 in WitchitaLater I ate a ham sandwichthat I found on the sidewalkIt was moldy and terriblebut my love ate itbecause it was YOUI passed out shortly there afterWhen I awoke You were a ponyand we made lovethe pony was a vicious mean loverand I am now covered with scarsbut I love that ponybecause that pony is YOUI died in 70, 75, & 82each time resuscitated by the lizard menI am their immortal kingthey say I know what to dobut I don’t know anythingbut this sweet, wild love That I have for everythingBecause everything is youYou think you can escape mebut my love will devour your shoesyou think you can run barefoot laughingbut I am the gum that you step inthe horse manure tooOur love is not easymaybe its because you are a crazy bitchwho copulates with trees - I dunno…All I know is that my love is hungryBaby Please! turn into some tacos.

            More evidence was uncovered last week, hinting that Jim Morrison is still alive. The following writing was discovered in a Barnes & Noble in Emporia, Kansas.

            I awoke this morning to the sounds of Paris burning
            When I looked out the window all I saw was You
            Which in this case was a motel super 8 in Witchita

            Later I ate a ham sandwich
            that I found on the sidewalk
            It was moldy and terrible
            but my love ate it
            because it was YOU

            I passed out shortly there after
            When I awoke You were a pony
            and we made love
            the pony was a vicious mean lover
            and I am now covered with scars
            but I love that pony
            because that pony is YOU

            I died in 70, 75, & 82
            each time resuscitated by the lizard men
            I am their immortal king
            they say I know what to do

            but I don’t know anything
            but this sweet, wild love
            That I have for everything
            Because everything is you

            You think you can escape me
            but my love will devour your shoes
            you think you can run barefoot laughing
            but I am the gum that you step in
            the horse manure too

            Our love is not easy
            maybe its because you are a crazy bitch
            who copulates with trees - I dunno…
            All I know is that my love is hungry
            Baby Please! turn into some tacos.

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