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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Feb 10, 2017 - 07:42am PT
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FURKAJIVET
As the rain fell again
And the storm clouds raged
My favorite blue cheese
Had been perfectly aged
So hungrily I rose up
And took to my feet
Warily to set out
And get some to eat
Stored under a fishing boat
Wrapped in a net
I verily found there
A mountain goat yet
Who craftily munched
At what little remained
Slurping on wine
His lederhosen stained
Rudely he belched
As he dropped to the snow
And drunkenly cursed me
As to where to go
So I turned on my heels
And exited thence
To seek out some truffles
There under the fence
Taking some refuge
Back at my abode
Feeling quite nauseous
I sought the commode
Bad truffles and visions
Of mountain goat sprees
Had rendered me helpless
And down on my knees
At length I recovered
And finding the bed
I pulled up the covers
Way over my head
But heard a goat bleating
At my window yon
So I leapt up to spy him
But yea, he was gone
-bushman
02/10/2017
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 10, 2017 - 08:55am PT
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Dawn breaks the Avitar awakes In Bushmans Shadowz, wakeas the dice rolls though It would be wood, be it hard to follow I and we, try to see
Aye 'n Aye
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 10, 2017 - 09:33am PT
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Funny I was just thinking of you, Gnome.
The dice "roll" through, dork.
And the finger keeps a-pointing.
All Love A-sodden
As I was walking in the garden
A gnome came up to me
He came up to my knee exactly
He was tall for a gnome in shorts
Or in Levis or in jodphurs
Or anything a gnome could wear
He was tall for a gnome of any sort
But he was wearing shorts
And he’d been out climbing small rocks
This was the middle of February
And he was in shorts
And had chalk smeared on his cheek
And a blue cast to his skin
I am so glad he was wearing shorts
He wore nothing else but a pair of ear muffs
And soaking wet climbing shoes
That squelched when he walked
The snows had melted
Hardened to ice in the shade
But water ran all under
And around the leavings
We talked only of climbing
And how it ran our lives at times
It is like sex now for me
I don’t do either one
I sit and watch the fun
And mention thinks which occur
And meditate and photograph
And keep placing one foot in front of the other
And I consider myself lucky
Blessed and fortunate
To have come to this end
And I wish that the end
When it comes
Is like a rain drop landing in a lake
Silently absorbed in the fall
Unaware of the end
One with all
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 10, 2017 - 09:50am PT
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For not , but not for nuthin' I've got a few new snaps to drop. This ones old but I'm in the shilloette ¥£€, ? what do them symbols even mean , #banAliensymbols
this one could/should be a new view sorry gone,already . . . . Here, above .. .. the 'face' on the right edge, Below Maybe? a 'whisteling' cheeky fellow, watching, her get into the tub? Two actually very faint one higher smiling ? Facing right, the whistler turned left?
it appears that the dangerously loose Pegmatite band is low on the route
^~\\}{//~^
Buz ztop znow ztopz zchoolz buz ztopz
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 10, 2017 - 04:55pm PT
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In Pursuit of Cold Shots*
Interesting that Gen. (Colonel, actually) George A. Custer took this simple piano-fixing course at West Point. His failure in the final exam insured his place at the bottom of his graduating class of 1861.
*Fake insults/libel/slander section of the Daily Burn
Happy Anniversary, Licky Leeks.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 10, 2017 - 05:49pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 10, 2017 - 05:54pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 10, 2017 - 06:08pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 10, 2017 - 06:46pm PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Feb 11, 2017 - 02:54am PT
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Browned Pertupid
The non history of non words
Breally annoys the instructors
At the Djilliad Adnarmis Academy
As well the Adjudament General
At the Department of Non Existent Institutions and
Non Existent Government Departments
But that's frake news for you...
-gloompman
002/111/200,017
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 11, 2017 - 03:16am PT
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I've no idea what bumped this back someone lookin in? We are all sorts of done in at the moment, lots of snow now easily wares Out the rotater cuffs,.,.
Dana Coulior, (un-named skeezer)
What's up Doc! (Who be there?) That's some fall line right there.
Now my hips & knees feel it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 11, 2017 - 06:32am PT
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False trails, fake tales, and aid climbers following a red herring set by alpine skiers.
begins with i
miss the weej
wish pratt had written more stuff
have a stone in my flip-flop
am less grounded than bruce lee
is a pronoun
wonder where the yellow went
watched too much TV* as a child
before e but there are exceptions
play the fool sometimes
could go on but
won't
am me and u are u and we two are too together
am the stone
am the rain
am the wind
am the void
am definitely not the fire
am also not the snow, the stars, nor the cold at night
know i could go on like this ad infinitum but probably already lost you back at TOO MUCH TV
* Backstory: I returned to class in seventh grade after an illness, having spent the time watching TV and not studying, only to find I had missed some Thing that had happened in class in my absence. Miss Beck was parsing sentences on the board and using the phrase "you understood." I did not understand - far from it! What the heck was she talking about? It was devastating to me. I was the smart kid and could spell any word she threw out there. Parts of speech had become part of me. It took me weeks to figure out what I failed to understand: you can be replaced with nothing. Get me?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 11, 2017 - 06:58am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 11, 2017 - 07:09am PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Feb 11, 2017 - 08:08am PT
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Transcending the Banana Republic of these United States
Intrepid by degrees
With baby steps aspiring to competence
Not bold like some who walk on moons
Or summit first
I've glanced across at excellence
A single trophy or a snapshot
This I draw upon for a stair step
While malcontents dabble in their basements
Or from false seats of power
Never knowing what hard work
And dedication to purpose
Is required of those who've seen the heights
From the foot of mount Olympus
While the philosophers discuss
-bushman
02/11/2017
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 11, 2017 - 09:11am PT
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Our local "coast range" during an intermission this a.m.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 11, 2017 - 11:15am PT
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Feb 11, 2017 - 11:20am PT
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Bushman, Mouse,
Thank you for good word-smithing once again.
ff
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