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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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          • May 10, 2012 12:09 am

            various notes  on  5.9.12

            Hey, our black president just said gay marriage is cool.

            I jotted this down and then laughed and cried for about twenty minutes thinking about what Miles Davis would think about all this. I betcha he’d say “Its a real motherfucker.” and Dan Rather could be seen, nodding off camera.


            In the end you will lose everything, even your self. I know everyone tries to console one another with ideas of consciousness and rebirth and enlightenment but stop being a fucking whiner for just one second and think. Do you remember before you were born? Was it painful? Did you have a good job? or is it just kinda a strange happy blur?

            DO you feel anxious about that time you didn’t exist or does it feel ludicrous, like you’ve always existed.

            holy shit


            - cursed the one eyed god

            What most people do is they look at faith through the spectrum of time. Like your consciousness is gamblin on the the future being optimistic or some such. No. Faith exists eternal. It eternally is. meaning its a state of being… holy fuck I’m really high… sorry guyz derp derpy derp.

            SO lets turn the above story into something else lets see - death - who you were before existence…

            Who were you when the rivers were being born
            when the curtains where being torn
            and time had a lil’ thing for bestiality

            Who where you when sin up and died
            and your mother cried that, “God lied”
            and impregnated the dual hides of a lion
            and the mayor from Cincinnati.

            Wow, the Knicks fuckin suck.