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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 happened to make the acquaintance of a very nice lady, she had a great set of tits. In fact I found that I rather enjoyed placing my penis between her breasts and rubbing myself into a hot, happy mess. well some years later she got cancer and they removed her fabulous bosom
and now I no longer know what it is that I am fucking
cancer, memories, death… cold empty space?
I can honestly say that I find all of this somehow much more fulfilling.
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