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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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Once you are old enough to take care of yerself, perhaps look into vulnerability and openness. Where once you made yourself strong, relax and let yourself grow wild. Let it out.
It will all come out in the end anyway.
Look into fear and suffering - perhaps they are not the TERRIBLE things that we think they were. Maybe they are just thoughts… like paranoid dance music. Turn it down and turn up the tenderness and be easy on yerslef. We are all silly lil bitches, assholes and losers. Its just different flavors. Some are sour patch cunts and others leave a passive aggressive aftertaste. No one in the history of the world has ever been flawless. Not even Rip Taylor.
