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How this blog got its name
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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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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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The sad sex doll waded out into the ocean. Salt water flowed into her mechanical vagina, sending jolts of shorting electricity throughout her entire system. With each step into deeper water a bit more of her died.
“It’s better than the emptiness,” she thought.
When she was shoulder deep in the rhythmic blue water, the core system panic signal stopped. The adrenaline now only served to heighten her awareness. Everything was silent. She gazed up to the sky and saw a white seagull floating several feet above her. Riding a warm updraft it curiously cocked its head and looked at her. With her 25x vision she could see herself in the reflection of its pink blue eye.
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