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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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They found god in the parking lot. It whispered a few things before it shouted, love and hunger, kisses and murder. It spoke of the endless days of lying hidden in plain sight. A quiet eternity leading to an overpowering moment of awful flashing brilliance. We took a billion pictures of which a few had the same shadow.
The shadow they say is particle of gods semen encased in pocket lint.
Nothing much changed at the Deli though. Joe showed up but Maria wasn’t there, called in sick. A customer sat winking and blinking, opening one eye and quickly closing the other. “Indra is getting sleepy,” he says, pushing aside what was once a plate of flapjacks.
I feel it too, like a blissful silence, waiting for dessert.
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