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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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Sometimes you open yourself backwards to such hot trembling moments… that you smash all the snack cakes in the world and fashion them into cheap, wobbly robots.
Robots who garden all day and night
Robots who sing of deceit and modified corn syrup
Robots who tell of the boundless luster of kittens souls
Robots who know that God invented our entire reality just so he could say that Johnny Cash was a close, personal friend.