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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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Floppy Boot Stomp - Captain Beefheart
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O Captain, my mutha fucking Cap’n
You hollered and sunk the ship
we lived slo-motion medicine drip
while you questioned everything
you sassy bright bitch
you - who knew the noise
and where at home in the chaos
a box a rabid synchronicity
blinking
slunk rim shot drunk
across the dessert
line trace funk
abandoned radio towers
howl
Gawd dammit Captain
this sad savage shack will miss ya
cuz we loved ya big dummy
and we’ll miss your joyful noise
and colors
hahahahahhaha CAP’N CRUNCH? i don’t know what to think of
