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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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I’m reading a new translation of Nietzsche and supposedly Nietzsche’s theory about God being dead, went on to propose that God had in fact died from an aneryrsm while trying to force out a fart during a “pull my finger” gag.
Apparently consciousness was then taken over by the City Council of Boca Raton, FL, and they’ve been running things since the dark ages.
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