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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Original Post - Dec 21, 2010 - 01:47pm PT
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my soul will someday be stuffed into
a cranny of the world where only the winds dare to breathe.
my last blink will endure an eternity that welcomes my cheeks within the soft folds of her swollen breasts.
my boot will rot, and synthetic laces will tie my bones together for thrice smiles in heaven.
the songs in my heart will play out, encore after encore and jesus it'll be a never ending dance for my's and your's spirts.
happiness will finally understand her own meaning when my heart frantically issues one last thrust of life-love.
all harmony within ignites into chaos, as i smile, toothless though gleaming.
i'll die and the now will not give a fvck; the snows will melt; the chickens will lay their eggs; and the trees will stand...
ever the trees will stand, as a grand erection of endurance.
ever i will die. again and again.
so brace your heart.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 01:53pm PT
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oh yea, silver, gf.
my fine
i just stood upon snow-covered micro edge after snow-covered dyke as i ascended a dream according to mountain maddness and thus i understood some vunerabilities of our travels and thus embraced death because it's nothing to fret, that death, you know.
it is merely the end punctuation to one existence.
as we may scribe the existence, we also have say in it's conclusion.
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pud
climber
Sportbikeville & Yucca brevifolia
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Dec 21, 2010 - 01:54pm PT
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I want to die with a grand erection of endurance !
Edit:
Very insightful and beautiful writing Norwegian.
I only wish to be aware of what is happening at the moment I move on to other dimensions.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 01:57pm PT
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death is grand,
like a piano.
i mean we can shove digits against some horrible keyboard our's entire existence.
or we can lay them softly upon keys that issue sound waves serene.
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Prod
Trad climber
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Dec 21, 2010 - 01:57pm PT
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In a sunny field.
Prod.
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Disaster Master
Social climber
Born in So-Cal, left my soul in far Nor-Cal.
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Dec 21, 2010 - 01:59pm PT
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When I die
it won't be
from giving up.
When I finish this Thing,
or It finishes me,
I will be burnt to ashes.
Then mixed with magnisium.
I will be packaged in small mesh balls,
labeled with sarcasm, and prepared for distibution.
Then on fine day, when all who care gather cliffside
at an unimportant stone set in my heart,
they will grab my balls and place them gently in their chalk bags.
Then they will climb, climb, climb,
and grind me into the holds of my favorite creations.
But that's not all. My balls will travel in my friends sacks all over the world. I will be ground into the classics I have never seen, and could only inagine completing.
It will be the final road trip to everywhere. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
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WBraun
climber
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:05pm PT
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Keep on flying and don't be dying .....
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couchmaster
climber
pdx
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:07pm PT
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I was thinking crevasse when I read your first post Norwegian. Having come fairly close to getting snuffed via hypothermia when I was 17, I can attest that it is a great way to go if you have to check out.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:12pm PT
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in the soft grasp of a goddess.
i will.
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Norton
Social climber
the Wastelands
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:15pm PT
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In a comfortable bed.
With the right amount of morphine to feel no pain and just fall asleep peacefully.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:17pm PT
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there really is no bad way to die.
for unto our end, a being will dance and fight and struggle
and be, the best way that it knows how.
death is our ultimate expression.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:19pm PT
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comfort is fleeting, norton.
why the hell do you leave the couch and find yourself into the mountain realms... where hardship rewards... where knowledges waltz with dangers... where tears wash away life's filth....
comfortable is not the best way to die, Norton.
nor is it the best way to live.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:21pm PT
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My father said he wanted to get hit by a beer truck.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:23pm PT
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prolly the best way to die is in pursuit of something that you love.
yea.
let love be our's temptations.
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WBraun
climber
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:24pm PT
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Comfortable is the best way to live.
Comfortable is infinite even when all hell is breaking loose.
The spirit soul always remains equipoise in all extremes and never dies ......
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:30pm PT
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If you require some fortitude brother then look no further than those lovely children of yours. You are everything to them even if not to yourself right now.
In the last year your Papa Dancing Bear lightness has been dimmed a bit...get some help to reclaim it. Death is no solution to anything that you are concerned about, man! The Lightness not the Light waits for you patiently...
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:35pm PT
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werner if we die comfortable,
implications abound...
our's passage is padded.
we enter the next realm on the leeward side of our fight response.
you, Werner apparently understand how the next realm befalls.. so you
can be comfortable entering beyond passively.
not i. the norwegian wrecks all with bludgeonings realized
and my death i'll enter wrestling a reality that i understand so's
my fight response is fully engaged and i'll drag my wrath thru some sort
of existential transition and enter the next,
kicking.
maybe kicking god outta heaven and thus inheriting your fate.
maybe kicking a soft fluffy cloud, much to the consternation of my groin muscels.
maybe kicking myself for making everthing such a struggle, when it could be foaming-at-the-crotch amiable.
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Fat Dad
Trad climber
Los Angeles, CA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:41pm PT
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Don't choose a good death. Choose a good life.
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neversummer
Mountain climber
perris, cali
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:44pm PT
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stay pretty..die young
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:44pm PT
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ah mr. grossman the ills our our communication medium abound..
i'm not heralding any sort of death, no.
im simply wandering upon it's red carpet... which is long and sparkly and leads down infinite roads....
thank you for your wisdom, which i gather you have earned.
i respect for you, along with most.
my lassies and i have entagled our loves, magnificently.
my daughters know all that i dream. for i dream outloud.
their existence is plastered with my person.
as is Supertopo.
my existence is sweetened by theirs.
we will be a team of travellers, together thru realms undreamed,
until some ornery wind tears us to fragmented souls.
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wack-N-dangle
Gym climber
the ground up
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Dec 21, 2010 - 03:06pm PT
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The living like to talk about dying, but it is the dying who really seem to speak about living. Seeing a dead body, there was definitely something missing. I could understand why people believe in a soul, or a spirit.
There is a harsh reality in the dust, and bits of bones in my dad's ashes. It's elemental and unchangeable. Maybe living is making something beautiful from an existence that can be unfair, imperfect, and ephemeral, but still good.
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FireIntheCity
Mountain climber
from t'Hate-haunted canyon of human despair
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Dec 21, 2010 - 03:44pm PT
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...while serving others
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 04:01pm PT
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By the time you leave
I'll be saving all my green
For a homebound train to carry me
On old familiar steam.
I'd wish you'd hurry up
And leave or come around.
Well the moon is waning hard tonight.
I'm leaving my home town.
And the train rolls on with no pilot.
And the station's left me I know.
But if you should happen to find it,
Please bring it home, bring it home.
I traded all my stops
For a pillow made of rails.
In an empty room I listen
To the lonely whistle wails.
I woke up to feet
That I took to be your shoes,
And the train lay tracks that deafened me,
Shook my insides loose.
And the train rolls on with no pilot.
And the stations left me I know.
But if you should happen to find it,
Please bring it home, bring it home.
And the point of all this living,
Is the dying still to come.
And I could be forgiven,
but i just won't, I just won't.
Old 97's tune. "Old Familiar Steam"
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 04:01pm PT
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let me be an inspiration,
not a hinderance.
let me be a mountain,
before i'm a hole in the ground.
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BooDawg
Social climber
Polynesian Paradise
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Dec 21, 2010 - 04:04pm PT
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My own thoughts, before I had a child, usually envisioned walking off into the woods or mountains into a snowstorm, loving the beauty of the forest and the processes of nature. Eventually, I would grow weary and cold. Hypothermia would set it; I'd go to sleep, wake up once then drop into a final sleep.
Most of my friends that have passed on recently have died with loving friends and family all around them. That path has lots of appeal as well.
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DanaB
climber
Philadelphia
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Dec 21, 2010 - 04:07pm PT
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there really is no bad way to die.
No, that's not true.
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originalpmac
Mountain climber
Anywhere I like
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Dec 21, 2010 - 04:27pm PT
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tripping on some quality el es dee, flying a spaceship into a black hole, sounds fun.
When my mom passed from she was at home with her family in the hills of VA, I was sixteen. Didn't make me believe in God, but it did make be realize people have spirits and souls. Was a real tragedy, but at the same time, was a very real experience.
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Captain...or Skully
Big Wall climber
leading the away team, but not in a red shirt!
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Dec 21, 2010 - 04:28pm PT
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Bring it, Death! Do yer worst.
It really IS all good.
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pud
climber
Sportbikeville & Yucca brevifolia
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Dec 21, 2010 - 04:39pm PT
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The Great Santini
Micheal O'Keefe (Ben Meechum):
"Would you like to die in action, Dad?"
Robert Duvall (Bull Meechum):
"It's better than dying of piles!"
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bentelbow
climber
spud state
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Dec 21, 2010 - 04:41pm PT
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Shot in the back of the head when I'm 90, caught doing some guys 19 year daughter.
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neversummer
Mountain climber
perris, cali
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Dec 21, 2010 - 04:46pm PT
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tripping on some quality el es dee, flying a spaceship into a black hole, sounds fun.
....set the controls for the heart of the sun
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originalpmac
Mountain climber
Anywhere I like
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Dec 21, 2010 - 05:17pm PT
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neversummer, you nailed it. I was thinking 'echoes' personally...
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Ricky D
Trad climber
Sierra Westside
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Dec 21, 2010 - 05:46pm PT
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"I just want my family to be by my side so I can tell them one last time how much I love them before I am off to the next phase."
Make it real fun - pick one out and have them come close to you...reach out with your withered finger...touch them lightly on the face...then scream "Last Tag" and die cackling hysterically.
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dogtown
Trad climber
JackAssVille, Wyoming
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Dec 21, 2010 - 07:23pm PT
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The best way to die is up to your neck in pussy and die from a heart attack!
Or do you mean the best to kill yourself ?
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StahlBro
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 07:48pm PT
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Doing what you love, or with the People you love (and that love you). Never rush to it, but embrace it when it comes
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 09:00pm PT
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Oh Very Young - Cat Stevens
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth
For a short while
And though your dreams may toss
And turn you now.
They will vanish away -
Like your Daddy's best jeans
Denim blue fading up to the sky
And though you want him to last.
Forever you know he never will
(You know he never will)
And the patches
Make the goodbye harder still.
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
There'll never be a better chance
To change your mind
And if you want this world
To see (a better day)
Will you carry
The words of love with you
Will you ride
The great white bird into heaven
And though you want to last.
Forever you know you never will
(You know you never will)
And the goodbye
Makes the journey harder still.
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth
For a short while
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_eUnxDE8YY
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sandstone conglomerate
climber
sharon conglomerate central
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Dec 21, 2010 - 09:05pm PT
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Approaching 40, I contemplate mortality more and more. its kind of unsettling. someone sugested the tibetan book of the dead..the journey into the bardo.
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bestill
Trad climber
s. ca.
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Dec 21, 2010 - 09:06pm PT
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Love flies in on wings of lace/colors our faces warm,relaxed/weaving its way into our hearts on a breath/a sigh we embrace/a hug when times are tough/a lantern at life's end
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nevahpopsoff
Boulder climber
the woods
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Dec 21, 2010 - 10:29pm PT
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" The dead only know one thing, it is better to be alive".
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nevahpopsoff
Boulder climber
the woods
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Dec 21, 2010 - 10:31pm PT
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"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
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Sir loin of leisure...
Trad climber
I'm from Idaho..bitch
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Dec 21, 2010 - 10:33pm PT
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I'd like to be thrown into a wood chipper..
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d-know
Trad climber
electric lady land
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Dec 21, 2010 - 10:34pm PT
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die with your boots on.
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couchmaster
climber
pdx
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Dec 21, 2010 - 11:28pm PT
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I'd like to be thrown into a wood chipper..
Life's already too much of a grind.....
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WBraun
climber
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Dec 22, 2010 - 01:30am PT
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I'd like to be thrown into a wood chipper..
You're definitely lying ....
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 22, 2010 - 03:28am PT
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Just thought I'd lighten up the holiday cheer and share with you all some of my poetic experiences with death...
You walk into a bedroom with an elderly lady laying back on her bed propped up on a stack of pillows, her eyeballs bulging out of her head fixed on yours like a deer in headlights. Her hands reach out and vicely clamp onto your forearms while she quietly pushes out her last few words through the fluid in her lungs that she is drowning in, "Help me, please." In the blink of your eyes she loses her muscle tone and falls back onto the bed, her face is an ashen gray, the tip of her nose and ear lobes a dark blue, her mouth is agape and her pupils are fixed in a blank stare. Your resuscitation efforts are futile yet this isn't what lingers, only the thought of where her soul is beginning its eternity.
At a wee hour in the morning you walk into a home to find a Grandmother lying face down in a heap of vomitus on a carpeted floor at the foot of her favorite rocking chair, her legs twisted unnaturally beneath her. Firefighters, are there with you to help turn the lady onto her back. You note a strapping elderly gentleman towering in the hallway to your right wearing slacks, a white tshirt and suspenders. He must stand at least six foot four with his Grandson, nearly the same height, clinging to his side. Their eyes never deviating from the lifeless loved one on the floor.
After another prolonged resuscitation effort the time comes to turn and walk towards the family and inform them that you did everything you could but she did not respond and that you are sorry. You watch this massive man drop to his knees where he stands, his face buries in his hands and he begins to fitfully sob like a child, his whole body shaking beneath him. His Grandson lays over his shoulders, wrapping his lanky arms around his Grandfather. You stand there silently until you yourself have to excuse yourself out of the house so you too can wipe the tears off of your face.
Morbid experiences or inappropriate you might say, or dream up ethereal places and ways to die you may comfort yourself with...this is as good as it gets unless you believe and accept the grace of God and be assured that when you die you'll spend eternity in heaven.
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edejom
Boulder climber
Butte, America
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Dec 22, 2010 - 03:33am PT
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"Death has a dignity all of its own"--Johnny Got His Gun (1971 anti-war movie about war)
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krahmes
Social climber
Stumptown
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Dec 22, 2010 - 04:25am PT
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I imagine WB seen more of than anyone, so with respect I'll tell you the best death I’ve seen which was the one my great uncle Fred had. Uncle Fred was 84, he’d outlived his wife Elsie, he was awesome with a lathe, and he had caused great family turmoil when he remarried at 80 to a widow of 75, he had a great garden and he was ordinary and forgettable in every way. My family had fished a lake on opening day since the 1930’s called East Lake in central Oregon. So we hauled Uncle Fred up to the lake in early June of 1977. Anyway we woke up at 4 am, geared up, motored across the lake and the fishing was lousy, but Uncle Fred caught a fish and missed a bunch of strikes. We came back in at around 8 or 9 am. I remember that uncle Fred stumbled as he walked up the shoreline and I went to help him to his feet and said, “Are you ok Uncle Fred?” He looked me in the eye and his iris had that look you catch sometimes when you’re on acid and the morning alpenglow alpine clouds went that way too and the world receded for lack of a better term, and he mumbled that he was ok. I was 14 and 4 years away from any dabbling with psychedelics. Anyway we got back to cabin ate breakfast and took the afternoon nap in preparation for the evening bite. After noon my Dad shook me awake saying that Uncle Fred was dead, and given that I was a Boy Scout, and looking back on it that my Dad was probably slightly sauced, he wanted me to try mouth to mouth. Which I did to no avail. It freaked me out at the time and caused more family turmoil, but I think about it all the time and can’t get over that it was the greatest way to go.
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edejom
Boulder climber
Butte, America
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Dec 22, 2010 - 04:31am PT
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If you're gonna go, which you WILL, then hike your own withered and dying ass into the mountains and expose yourself to the elements--it won't take long and will be honorable...
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Broken
climber
Texas
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Dec 22, 2010 - 10:07am PT
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DMT,
What do you make of Achilles' Choice?
-V
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this just in
climber
north fork
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Dec 22, 2010 - 10:08am PT
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I want to die from an erection lasting over four hours. Seek immediate medical attention only to find the hottest nurse in skimpy clothing. After the fifth hour he passed. Lack of blood to brain and heart. And a dic that really hurt.
Most likely cancer which is no fun, so I'm ordering some viagra. Bob looks like a cool dude.
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 22, 2010 - 02:33pm PT
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And what if that "greatest way to go" was into an eternal hell? It just makes more sense to take the chance and commit to Salvation than not to. If it (God) turns out to be a hoax then you'll never know it for you'll be worm food. BUT, if it (God) is True then you'll be thankful you made the right decision.
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wack-N-dangle
Gym climber
the ground up
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Dec 22, 2010 - 02:40pm PT
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Thanks illusion, I think I'm covered.
p.s. I think that it is really cool that you found your higher calling and turned your life around. Also, expressing that, instead of threatening eternal damnation seems like a nicer way to share your experience. I guess all I'm saying is that your beliefs are not the only good ones out there.
My 2 cents more: old age after a life well lived
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 22, 2010 - 02:42pm PT
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Oh, and that "hard-on lasting longer than four hours" is a form of priapism which is a very painful condition. That scantily clad nurse would more than likely be the last thing on your mind as she would make preparations for the doctor to insert a hypodermic needle into your penis to withdraw the excess blood that's causing your misery.
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 22, 2010 - 03:12pm PT
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Ah, the misconception that my life has somehow "turned around." I, as you, are still living in this world experiencing the peaks and valleys of life. I am just "saved" from eternal misery after I leave this earth, have a sincere concern for others condition, and give credit to God for my life as opposed to myself. This is the best sales pitch that I can come up with. God says it himself the best: "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life." - John 3:16
And, sorry, there's no other "ways" out there: "Jesus saith unto him, "I am the way, he truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me." - John 14:6. There can only be one Truth.
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survival
Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
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Dec 22, 2010 - 03:21pm PT
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There can only be one Truth.
Ahh, but which one is it? Yours is yours so it obviously must be true and good for everyone else also.
The Hindus and Buddhists and Taoists and Sikhs and Muslims can't possibly be right, they just haven't read the right book. Because our book is TRUE and all their books are wrong, so how can you argue with truth?
I believe it so therefore it's true, which makes what everyone else believes false, the end, amen.
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 22, 2010 - 03:32pm PT
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Ok Jeremy, here's a bit more "logic"...
The problem I am facing with folks is that willful unbelief will not listen to reason. Why should they, if they can create a pseudo-reality that is tailor-made to satisfy their itching ears? I know that this sounds strange, but that is the world in which we live. The drug culture is a booming industry because it specializes in transporting people into a fantasy world that offers a temporary escape from aching reality of emptiness and the horrifying suspicion that judgment is real (John 16:8, Romans 2:14-16). It's like a person who chooses to stay in the temporary comfort of their stateroom on the Titanic, rather than the available seat on the lifeboat. Furthermore, that person becomes greatly offended when you plead with them to escape to safety. But there is another dimension here with which we must battle: unbelief is
supernatural. No one should be able to logically withstand all the evidence of the empty tomb of our risen Savior, the hundreds of fulfilled prophecies, the unmatched miracles of our Lord, His historical impact that punctuated our B.C./A.D. world by His unequaled life, and the transformed lives that bear witness to His saving power. There is no longer room for
reasonable doubt that the Lord Jesus Christ is the Savior of the world. But people do. To reject such compelling evidence is not natural. It is the supernaturally imposed Satanic influence that blinds unbelievers to the reality of Christ, prompting them to reject the salvation that God offers freely at heaven's ultimate expense. That is the reality beneath the surface. 2 Corinthians 4:4 applies.
And so we preach, persuading as many as who will yet enter into our Savior's lifeboat...
and yet there is room. This is our supreme calling. This is our Savior's command.
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 22, 2010 - 04:51pm PT
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Jobless, suffering from the affects of a twenty two year old daughter's addiction to opiates, alcoholism in the family and an addict myself...yeah, I'm immune.
Wescrist, You must have missed it the first time so I'll post it again..
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"Ah, the misconception that my life has somehow "turned around." I, as you, are still living in this world experiencing the peaks and valleys of life. I am just "saved" from eternal misery after I leave this earth, have a sincere concern for others condition, and give credit to God for my life as opposed to myself. This is the best sales pitch that I can come up with. God says it himself the best: "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life." - John 3:16"
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malabarista
Trad climber
PA, then AZ, then CO, Now CA, soon OR
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Dec 22, 2010 - 05:01pm PT
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incomplete and unfulfilled as I am every day as soon as i start to think "i am" and am confronted by history and the long road into the future
let death come in an unthinking moment, falling asleep on a calm winter day
every peak leads to a new valley
every success is hollow and leads us back to the same points of pain
eventually success and failure feel the same
death becomes something to welcome instead of fear again
like an autum leaf falling off the tree
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wack-N-dangle
Gym climber
the ground up
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Dec 22, 2010 - 05:06pm PT
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Illusion...
I feel a little guilty about stoking the coals, but I wonder if you see the irony of your avatar (troll?). Also, getting back on topic, "Best way to die", take your shtick to Afghanistan. I advise against it though.
Fatty, I think you're good. You should be sitting comfortably in the after life. Jesus saves, but Moses invests.
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happiegrrrl
Trad climber
New York, NY
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Dec 22, 2010 - 05:14pm PT
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I think I'll try to stay open-minded and let it be a surprise.
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Knave
climber
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Dec 22, 2010 - 06:25pm PT
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Just talked to God and it/he/she said that it doesn't care if you believe or not. That there are as many ways to heaven as there are souls and the only Hell is when you get incarnated on a gravity laden planet and forget what it is like to be light, but it's transitory so chill big daddy.
When I die I hope to be informed of where I'm going next!
Perhaps I'll float around looking for a coupling couple and fly on in to the womb.
Perhaps I'll be worm food.
Perhaps I won't have to pledge allegiance to one mans god or another to buy me salvation.
Just give me some more climbing days and I'll repent.
Maybe in hell it's all chossy and too hot with no chalk? Like the Pinnacles in August? Or no rock at all just television and over-processed food.
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Studly
Trad climber
WA
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Dec 22, 2010 - 07:49pm PT
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I think Tennyson said it best:
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
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Stewart Johnson
climber
yo mama
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Dec 22, 2010 - 07:50pm PT
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blowing my load...
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neversummer
Mountain climber
perris, cali
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Dec 22, 2010 - 08:10pm PT
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"to be burried up to my neck and watch the cobra strike me in the face, so that i can stare death in the eye"
deputy James garcia reno sheriffs dept.
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 22, 2010 - 08:14pm PT
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WND,
Avatar, you lost me on that one...the picture of my wife and I, a troll?
And as far as taking my "shtick" to Afghanistan, been there, did that over in Iraq, but that might open some eyes to actually, "stand a post" for your own country.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 22, 2010 - 08:56pm PT
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dude your fvckin handle says illusion dweller which DIRECTLY implies that you subscribe to folly!
then you shove all chinds of jesus shite every which way.
there, lies your dichotomy. sir.
in all due respect. keep searching cause if you stop searching you're,
imaginitarilly dead.
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bvb
Social climber
flagstaff arizona
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Dec 22, 2010 - 10:36pm PT
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For the Anniversary of My Death
by W. S. Merwin
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 23, 2010 - 01:41am PT
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Norwegian, you're a gentle man on the inside, I'm sure.
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 23, 2010 - 01:48am PT
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See you all next time.
Happy Holidays!
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Anastasia
climber
hanging from a crimp and crying for my mama.
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Dec 23, 2010 - 02:46am PT
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I want to die
giving freedom
giving love
giving it back
let me disappear
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this just in
climber
north fork
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Dec 23, 2010 - 08:46am PT
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Illusion teller, you're a scared little boy on the inside, I'm sure.
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pud
climber
Sportbikeville & Yucca brevifolia
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Dec 23, 2010 - 09:47am PT
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Death is the canvas upon which our lives are painted.
"When we feel that we are watching ourselves - that there is some part of us that is watching our every move - that part is our death. It is constantly looking over our shoulder; it’s the sense we have that something out there is watching us (the Spirit is watching us too, not to mention lots of other beings, both angelic and demonic; but our root self-consciousness, the sense that we feel within ourselves that something is watching us, is our death).
Observe that this is not the false watcher thought form, which we use to watch ourselves with glory, and exalt in how marvelous we are. That watcher is a phony copy of the true watcher - death - which is utterly cold and dispassionate. The false watcher - our self-consciousness, or need to keep referring everything back to ourselves - is a thought form which takes anything that is going on and glamorizes it, and imagines other people applauding us for it. We learn the false watcher thought form from our society the false watcher thought form is in fact society’s way of papering over death. We do have a true watcher watching us, and that watcher is our death. The false watcher is society’s way of eradicating death from people’s awareness, to make people act as if they weren’t going to die, to make people forget about death as much as possible. Only by making people forget about death can they be led into believing that there could be anything more important than the fact that they could die in the next instant. And part of banishing awareness of death is substituting a glory thought form of watching (“watching oneself in glory; watching oneself with approval / approbation”) for the true watcher thought form, which is death."
Excerp from Bob Makransky's artical "Death is watching"
http://www.esolibris.com/articles/death_afterlife/death_is_watching.php
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Bill Mc Kirgan
Trad climber
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
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Dec 23, 2010 - 10:13am PT
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death is like a glacier coming
and the moves we make are swift
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 23, 2010 - 06:35pm PT
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Norwegian, not only is your anger and filth inappropriate it leads you off the mark as well. An Avatar: "a graphical image that represents a person, as on the Internet." "Illusiondweller" is a username and you, as do many others, know that it is derived from the classic crack in Joshua Tree which I chose as my own username.
I've quoted before Matthew 5:11 and its as appropriate now as it was then:
"Blessed are ye when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake." What a God! Thank you for the hate that is expressed by these people for "If the world hate you, kmow that it hated me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love his own; but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therfore the world hateth you...but all these things will they do unto you for my names sake, because they know not him that sent me." - John 15:18-19,21
You see, its a win, win situation.
Glory to God!
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Charlie D.
Trad climber
Western Slope, Tahoe Sierra
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Dec 23, 2010 - 09:24pm PT
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The best way to die? With nothing left to say and no regrets, peace to you all. With any luck I'll see you next week Norwegian,I'm not ready yet ;-)
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MH2
climber
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Dec 23, 2010 - 09:35pm PT
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Falling into a deep enough crevasse has always seemed like a good way to die to me. Quick enough and no mess to clean up. Unfortunately I'm seldom in their vicinity.
At the nursing home I've seen somewhere between 50 and 100 old people die. The usual morphine does standardize it to some degree. You usually don't get something for nothing. However there is a residue of individuality almost to the last breath.
Having at least one other person with you when you die is highly good.
Best wishes, Norwegian.
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illusiondweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Dec 23, 2010 - 10:15pm PT
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The best way to die? Saved by grace!
Merry Christmas All!
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Captain...or Skully
Big Wall climber
leading the away team, but not in a red shirt!
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Dec 23, 2010 - 10:20pm PT
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I had Grace. She had skills. I was impressed.
Just die doin' yer gig. It's what you do. Do it. Then you'll die. So what?
That's my plan. Pretty extensive, huh?
Some bacon sounds real good right now. Oh, Look! a Squirrel!
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Gary
climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
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Dec 24, 2010 - 01:17am PT
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A friend is from Hawaii. Her grandfather was a very cool old dude. Played a mean uke, just full of the joy of life.
One night after a shower he jumped on grandma and died in the saddle with his boots on.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 24, 2010 - 03:56am PT
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It shouldn't get any better than that.
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Paul Martzen
Trad climber
Fresno
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Dec 24, 2010 - 01:02pm PT
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My maternal grandparents were very practical, conservative, down to earth people. They were respected pillars of our community and our church. They seemed to be a pretty perfect match in their outlook and manner. In their late 80's my grandfather became too weak to work and thus began a rapid decline. He sat in the house and watched TV mostly. He became susceptible to illness and pneumonia took him. It seemed to me that once he could not physically work, that he lost his purpose.
My grandmother collapsed shortly after the funeral and was hospitalized. She seemed to make a good recovery though and started making plans, giving directions to the family and such. But 6 months after her husband passed, her liver failed. Her belly puffed up horribly and she was in excruciating pain. They gave her as much morphine as allowable. It must have reduced the pain somewhat, but I could not tell. Her body shuddered and shook with the agony. She opened her eyes at one point and saw me, looked directly at me. Reached out with her hand. I took her hand in my hand and she grasped me strongly. She looked at me, seriously, maybe with a bit of gratitude. I saw no fear, just acknowledging me, touching me. But only for a moment, till another spasm of agony swept over her. She let go of me and clenched her eyes. She was busy. She was busy for a full week before she finally failed and died.
I had never fully realized what a strong and courageous woman she was till I watched her die.
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jstan
climber
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Dec 24, 2010 - 02:16pm PT
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I think I now understand Lester Germer's choice. He suffered a massive coronary while climbing over a ceiling. He had been ill that morning but climbed anyway.
He had been a fighter pilot in WWI. When he found he had coronary disease he had to have decided intervention would make him something less than himself. Better to forge on and let the de'il take the hindmost.
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Captain...or Skully
Big Wall climber
leading the away team, but not in a red shirt!
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Dec 24, 2010 - 02:32pm PT
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Word.
Quality over quantity. You wanna live forever?
I think not.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Aug 17, 2014 - 08:10pm PT
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clobbered by an errant breast,
period
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cintune
climber
The Utility Muffin Research Kitchen
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Aug 17, 2014 - 08:22pm PT
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After spending an afternoon visiting at an Alzheimer's home, I'm thinking hypothermia might be not so bad. Just wander off into the woods some snowy night, sit down and wait.
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FRUMY
Trad climber
Bishop,CA
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Aug 17, 2014 - 08:24pm PT
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For a man there real is only one way to go out ----- being hit by a beer truck with beer in hand.
Wild beast #2 in my book.
Although Denny Hulme & Bob Kamps did it the way a champion should.
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BLUEBLOCR
Social climber
joshua tree
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Aug 17, 2014 - 08:31pm PT
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^ whats that
getin hit by a drunkin drivr
wile cross ing 50
win drunk?
i rather
free solo
travelers
to the top
sit down
at the bottom
of a ponder osa
take off those
tight shoes
spark 3 fattys
fall asleep
call it good
at 109yo
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Moof
Big Wall climber
Orygun
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Aug 17, 2014 - 09:00pm PT
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I want to die from a heart attack under a hooker on top of a grand piano.
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jstan
climber
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Aug 17, 2014 - 09:51pm PT
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(Nearly) All things a person will say when convinced they will live forever.
A realistic answer?
I'd prefer to die a week later.
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WyoRockMan
climber
Flank of the Big Horns
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Aug 17, 2014 - 10:54pm PT
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Quietly, like my grandfather.
Not screaming like the passengers in his car.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Aug 17, 2014 - 11:02pm PT
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Dead people don't have any fun.
Dead bodies aren't much
fun either.
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SeanH
Trad climber
SLC
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Aug 18, 2014 - 12:11am PT
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After asking if the go pro is on.
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coolrockclimberguy69
climber
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Aug 18, 2014 - 12:15am PT
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Leg/thigh choke-hold by "Rowdy" Rhonda Rousey. The sweatier, the better.
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Anastasia
climber
Home
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Aug 18, 2014 - 12:44am PT
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Funny...
I was remembering my parents today and the fear of death hit me hard. I don't want to let go and yet with each glorious day, my death comes closer. How I want to die? Honestly, I want to be unaware that I am dying. I would hate to linger, to feel it taking me. Yes, I find it extremely scary. Yet what scares me more is to be alive after the loss of a child, of a great love, having to live without them. That's a whole lot harsher.
Now the best way to die is to be unafraid, content with one's life "and death," surrounded by love and appreciation. To know that what you love will keep flourishing, doing well without you because you did love them well enough. I like that idea.
AFS
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skitch
climber
East of Heaven
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Aug 18, 2014 - 06:20am PT
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Rope tied around ankles, shorter section of piano wire around neck, hands glued to head, jumping off a busy overpass during rush hour.
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High Fructose Corn Spirit
Gym climber
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Aug 18, 2014 - 08:32am PT
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Immersion in one of the noble gasses. After a delicious meal.
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TwistedCrank
climber
Released into general population, Idaho
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Aug 18, 2014 - 09:03am PT
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I don't care how I die.
But I do want my remains sent into outer space in a Ball jar.
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jstan
climber
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Aug 18, 2014 - 09:06am PT
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TC:
You are in luck! A rocket to achieve this is launching next Friday.
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Tripod? Swellguy? Halfwit? Smegma?
Trad climber
Wanker Stately Mansion, Placerville
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Aug 18, 2014 - 09:35am PT
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There is a 1001 and one miserable ways to die; inglorious and painful, lingering and robbed of dignity. You can avoid them all by killing yourself, except you can't because you have children to raise and you would inflict the most grievous wound on the 2 girls you love more than anything in this difficult world.
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Ken M
Mountain climber
Los Angeles, Ca
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Aug 18, 2014 - 10:21am PT
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There is often discussion of how terrible suicide is upon the remaining, but having been down this road with many people, I would venture that there are other perspectives.
For a person facing a terminal situation, they face the prospect of a gradual deterioration, with the gradual loss of functioning, and increasing dependence upon family/friends, who they may eventually not even recognize.
They face great indignity and humiliation (in their minds), and the prospect that their families will carry with them as their permanent memory, a diminished relic of a person, rather than the robust, happy, interactive person that they still are. There is a choice.
For the families/friends of such a person who goes the whole nine yards, the stories are often of the heartbreak of seeing/caring for the person as they become unrecognizable and incomprehensible. The result is often that the persons' estate is drained empty, with nothing left for survivors.
I have a friend right now going through this, with ALS. His decline is shocking to those who know him. He now can no longer speak understandably, just guttural grunts. It is heart-wrenching to hear such a wonderfully expressive person reduced to this.
As they lose control of their muscles, ALS patients progress to where they cannot use their breathing muscles any more. The choice is to go onto a breathing machine, for which they will be dependent for the few months remaining. A high percentage choose not to do so, and prolong the process.
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pud
climber
Sportbikeville & Yucca brevifolia
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Aug 18, 2014 - 11:14am PT
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I want to die while typing a witty comeback on supe
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Guernica
climber
dark places
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Aug 18, 2014 - 11:43am PT
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^ Ha, good one!
Thanks for that perspective Ken, that is of course very true. A community member where I am here in Oregon recently chose that route under Oregon's assisted suicide program... was lucid til the very end. A courageous and even noble path, as far as I can tell.
And for the more esoterically minded, remember that on a certain level, every incarnation is always a suicide mission and we know that going in. That's one way of viewing it anyway...
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SteveW
Trad climber
The state of confusion
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Aug 18, 2014 - 02:49pm PT
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Does it really matter? We're all going to get there someday. . .
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bergbryce
climber
East Bay, CA
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Aug 18, 2014 - 03:45pm PT
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Booger covered this.
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MikeL
Social climber
Seattle, WA
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Aug 18, 2014 - 04:59pm PT
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"It's a good day to die" (Klingon / bushido idea historically attributed to Sioux Chief, Crazy Horse).
Michael McCaskey said that there was Big Death, and little death. Big Death was the death of the body. Little death occurs when people's mental models of reality die. McCaskey said that both deaths had essentially the same impacts. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross's stages of death apply equally to the process of the death of the body or the death of one's own ideas.
"Being here now" means living and dying without regret.
Applying Crazy Horse's adage to one's own beliefs would be a sign of courage.
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Ken M
Mountain climber
Los Angeles, Ca
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Aug 23, 2014 - 12:17pm PT
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Does it really matter? We're all going to get there someday. . .
Steve, that is a reasonable question.
I would assume that you've not been involved in a lot of deaths. I don't mean that as a put-down, I just think that is normal for most people.
Having been through hundreds, I will tell you that yes, it really matters.
I have seen people go quickly and quietly into the night.
I have also seen people go very slowly, losing all control of their bodies, and most unfortunately, NOT their minds, so they are totally aware of their infirmities, their indignities, who feel little but pain, but have lost the ability to scream. The seventh circle of Dante's Hell. The currently popular malady, ALS, is a good example of this.
They see the estates that they've worked their whole lives to pass onto their children get eaten up, along with their children's assets, and their grandchildren's assets.
Screaming, Screaming, Screaming-----but with no ability to say "make it stop"
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paganmonkeyboy
climber
mars...it's near nevada...
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Aug 23, 2014 - 01:30pm PT
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remember what it was like before you were born ? i bet death is a lot like that ;-)
(my friend bala said that, I won't take credit for it...)
don't fear death. fear DYING. animals get mercy killing, people get stuck on machines long after the soul has left the body...
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go-B
climber
Cling to what is good!
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Aug 23, 2014 - 03:36pm PT
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With faith in Jesus! :)
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climbski2
Mountain climber
Anchorage AK, Reno NV
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Aug 23, 2014 - 09:09pm PT
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100 years old with my skis on, sitting frozen on the side of a mountain with a sign in my hand saying.. have a nice day.
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StahlBro
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Aug 23, 2014 - 10:10pm PT
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Completely aware, surrounded by the people that I love
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paul roehl
Boulder climber
california
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Aug 23, 2014 - 11:30pm PT
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There's no good way to die. Life ends in a bloody mess for everyone, and yet it (death) remains "that distinguished thing." In that end, and our unfortunate knowledge/awareness of it, lies our greatest motivation. Get Busy, the clock is ticking!
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climbski2
Mountain climber
Anchorage AK, Reno NV
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, CA
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Breaking News!!!
Methuselah Thriveman, first man to live forever when asked about his freakish longevity reported, "Life goes on."
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coolrockclimberguy69
climber
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I'll probably go out the way I came in...screaming and covered in blood.
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Tvash
climber
Seattle
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I want to die like Grandpa - peacefully asleep.
Not like the other four screaming people in the car.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying
Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel
Say "the weather down here so fine"
Just then the wind came squalling through the door
But who can the weather command
Just want to have a little peace to die
And a friend or two I love at hand
Fever roll up to a hundred and five
Roll on up, gonna roll back down
One more day I find myself alive
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground
See here how everything
Lead up to this day
And it's just like any other day
That's ever been
Sun going up and then
The sun going down
Shine through my window
And my friends they come around
Come around, come around
The people might know, but the people don't care
That a man can be as poor as me
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain
Now let's come run and see
Run and see
Run and see
Run, run and see, and see
Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 12, 2014 - 06:08am PT
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in response to mary's unexplained
conception,
i'd like to author some day
my own immaculate death.
like an epiphany, turned inward.
read how it wasn't, in the obituaries;
or perhaps in an addendum
to the holey bible.
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Mark Force
Trad climber
Cave Creek, AZ
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Sep 12, 2014 - 06:35pm PT
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Heroin
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covelocos
Trad climber
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Sep 13, 2014 - 09:43am PT
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"I'd like to go to bed and wake up dead the next morning." ~My Pop. (exactly how he went, too!)
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couchmaster
climber
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Mar 27, 2015 - 10:00am PT
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Whoh, I was perusing the thread wondering how many of us have passed and caught the late Paul Humphery, posting as Disaster Master, post from 2010.
Dec 21, 2010 - 01:59pm PT
When I die
it won't be
from giving up.
When I finish this Thing,
or It finishes me,
I will be burnt to ashes.
Then mixed with magnesium.
I will be packaged in small mesh balls,
labeled with sarcasm, and prepared for distribution.
Then on fine day, when all who care gather cliffside
at an unimportant stone set in my heart,
they will grab my balls and place them gently in their chalk bags.
Then they will climb, climb, climb,
and grind me into the holds of my favorite creations.
But that's not all. My balls will travel in my friends sacks all over the world. I will be ground into the classics I have never seen, and could only imagine completing.
It will be the final road trip to everywhere. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Paul, I have your last will and testament chalk ball with your ashes packed and ready for a world class adventure this weekend. Heading where I do not believe any human being has ever trod. The intransigence of life permeates my soul.
2 weeks ago:
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2015 - 03:21am PT
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carried off by
a dream.
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Apr 22, 2015 - 05:36am PT
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In a letter to Mister Norw Egian,
Sir,
Re passage of a dream;
We are respectfully requesting,
Forms and documents numbered 1 thru 953 to be submitted to us by May the 1st, 2015
Also
Please attach a waiver of liability for accidental insect ingestion,
Along with said docs.
And sign the terms of agreement here ___.
Your dreams are important to us,
And we want you to have the best dreaming experience available to you.
Please let us know in writing how we can better serve you.
Sincerely,
-B Ushman
Dream Landscape Paper Dog
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Stewart Johnson
climber
lake forest
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Apr 22, 2015 - 06:07am PT
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Not in a hospital...
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Chugach
Trad climber
Vermont
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Apr 22, 2015 - 06:19am PT
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Being shot by a jealous husband at age 95.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2015 - 06:21am PT
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usher ushman,
talk to my death lawyer.
she carries a scythe and wears a deep hood.
i wanna die
chasing elation.
always 3 steps shy
of satiation.
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covelocos
Trad climber
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Apr 22, 2015 - 08:12am PT
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Laughing.
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