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Norwegian

Trad climber
Pollock Pines, California
Topic Author's Original Post - Feb 1, 2013 - 09:24pm PT
we as a bunch are repulsive
when benched against our's cultural counterparts..
there is no arguing against this.

none.

republican climbers are cultural anomolies.
democrat climbers are equally absurd.

i've grown into mine own tragedy.
it is not quite welcoming,
though it receives me.
and us.

for f*#k's sake we find the
most ridiculous path from point ah to beh,
and we make understanding of this.

we find reward in voluntary hardship (who
by the way is a whore and i never wore a condom
when i enticed her and now we, me and hardship
'ave offspring, and they are y'all.)

so i was stumblin my path thru this
horrific confinement within which
that damn big-bang is exhausting
it's acoustical technics,

and i recognized economic exaggeration
where there was once poverty.

i drove past a mansion enroute to
my blue-collar.

in the yard were two magnificent
trees that succumbed to forces greater
than their's understanding....

great leaning beasts,
perched precariously against floral neighbors,
ignoring the threatening winks of her's gravity.

so i back up my rig,
walk with a limp to their 12' wide door,
smile my best smile at their void,
and propose to remedy their situational ill's
with skill.

my skill.

five hundred bucks.
of theirs.
into mine.

so i climb up this uncertain mountain,
instep pointing my way to the
summit,
chop it off,
the summit.

cut it down,
not with the side of my hand,
with a chainsaw.

the tree false to grade,
im hung via the accomodating neighbor,
i walk to my truck,

the rich folk are shakin their head
in misunderstood misery,
i drive my four wheels unto horizons
that i'll yet to understand.

point:
our skewed interpretation of comfort
beholds great potential for economic benefit.
Ron Anderson

Trad climber
Soon to be Nipple suckling Liberal
Feb 1, 2013 - 09:35pm PT
five hunert clams for a top job,,, NICE WEEG!!!
Norwegian

Trad climber
Pollock Pines, California
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 8, 2013 - 11:25am PT
man we are economically viable,
without selling ourselves short.

i aim yearnings upon a life
lived of sincerity,
while currently im hitting nowhere
near my target;
instead im the greatest charlatan in myne own mind,

so i inspect.
my skill, my greatest skill,
is my madness.
i aint sedentary.
though my lively hood plants me firmly in a cush chair.
and granted, i pay the bills; though this exchange,
seemingly innocent and maybe even perceived as healthy
within our culture, comes at a cost.
a cost hidden to most eyes:

i give away my beliefs.

so i've been trying to stimulate
the stupidity within myself;
the brawn that livens me,
and put these toward my earnings.

i've discovered, and im here
to share with my fellow fools
that our absurdness can enrichen us:
spirtually, emotionally, and monetarily.

walk about you culture,
carrying truth in your heart
while authoring action conceived of zest and sincerity,
and your spoon, and the spoon of those nearest you
will heap.
Ron Anderson

Trad climber
Soon to be Nipple suckling Liberal
Feb 8, 2013 - 11:34am PT
Id reckin that to be GUD advice..

Better than IN a vice..

Much the same AS a vice- its fun!
Norwegian

Trad climber
Pollock Pines, California
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 8, 2013 - 11:35am PT
the concrete and tangible application
of my illusionary advice goes down like such:

find a situation around you,
that others avoid,
and commit to that situation.

people pay handsomely for this.

i tackled a contract that
no sane soul should secure:

a complex building;
a new client (thus new document formatting, new scopes, new expectations);
a compressed deadline;
a remote relation (im hella far from the signer of my paycheck).

the only way i could see enduring this challenge
was to tap into my madness:

little sleep,
hyper-focus,
constant stress,
big consequences for failure (i'd lose relation with this new client),
unlikliness of success...

i just lowered my head and kept my heels low,
as i would upon an unknown and horrific pitch,
and danced on thru,
sparking fireworks of glee in the eyes of my client...

or else such:

a dead and rotting tree perched
to accelerate entropy within someone's organized life,

even the f*#king beetles want nothing to do with this one.

i get the call,
i assess,
i say, yea, i've the maddness.

i execute.
im paid.

my pillow is softer that night.

go get 'em, freaks.
trip on your own bootlaces and get right back up.
Ron Anderson

Trad climber
Soon to be Nipple suckling Liberal
Feb 8, 2013 - 11:41am PT
mine is no dead tree, but a dead Nyala- that has for some reason,,decided its skin will fight me tooth and nail to the very bitter end.. I wont let the dead bastard win..Im smarter than dead skin- although in death it has life and wants to move.. Quite like deadwood if ya ask me. Only without the chips down ones neck and waste lines..
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 8, 2013 - 12:09pm PT
Who's got a potato peeler? Any job, just gimme time...
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