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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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          • August 7, 2010 12:07 am
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            The town had fallen into a peculiar sadness.  No one wanted to play house or go work in the office buildings. The police just lay at home all day in their waterbeds watching day time soap operas, eating and shitting. The town mule even left. It got pretty bad.  No one knew what to do.
            Then it happened some old woman rose from the dead and began to sing to the people with the voice of an angel… as she sung all the citizens listened and then broke down crying and laughing. Everyone hugged each other and realized that they had been taking everything, especially themselves and their lives way to seriously.
             
            This is the song she sung… may it set you free in your heart.

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