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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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I passed out at some point and had the dream again.
I was the tree in the backyard. All my thoughts were little birds that sang in my branches. The wind blew through me and my mind flew in a million directions away.
Yet, something remained, smiling and watchful.
I saw the old house. I saw the lights come on and turn off. I saw the glow of the TV. I saw the lives come and go and everything become very quiet. I heard a train in the distance. Two birds in a nest. The new moon shining clean through me.
thedailydoodles said:
On the bus the other day I was so so tired and kept having very weird dreams… each dream had the same POV of where I was actually sitting on the bus in reality, but the people around me kept changing and it was strange so yeah thats it sorry.
