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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Original Post - Oct 30, 2012 - 01:08pm PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-io-kZKl_BI&feature=endscreen&NR=1
Braid the raven hair —
Weave the supple tress —
Deck the maiden fair
In her loveliness —
Paint the pretty face —
Dye the coral lip —
Emphasize the grace
Of her ladyship!
Art and nature, thus allied,
Go to make a pretty bride.
Art and nature, thus allied,
Go to make a pretty bride.
(“The Mikado” by Gilbert & Sullivan)
I ask myself This all the time. Why are such combinations as art and nature? Is nature not best left apart? Can we really improve it?
Yet I have no beautiful wife, car, house.
My well is dry.
What have I done to deserve/earn my likes and dislikes? Only time may tell and he's not sayin'. So I ask myself, "So what do I have to live for?"
Not this--
Hell, no, not this--
I would really like to climb the Lower Cathedral Spire and the Lower Cathedral Rock.
I seem to have become the Victim of my own lowered expectations.
Nothing will ever be the same after today, Mr. Byrne.
http://80music.about.com/od/artistsqu/tp/talkingheadssongs.htm
Catch-up is Flowing like Water, like thick, viscous Blood, Underground.
And the Blood is getting into my Well-Being. I can Tell.
My Thoughts come slow, the Blood doth flow, slowly. Slowly. Taking its Time.
Yet LCR and LCS sound like LSD and LDS.
And now I can't uncross my Eye. Mom was Right.
Same as It ever was. was. was.
At least That's the Buzz. zz. zz.
The Talking Tops. Why didn't I think of That before?
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Oct 30, 2012 - 01:13pm PT
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Mouse, the new Weeg!!!
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Oct 30, 2012 - 01:24pm PT
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Not even close?
You gotta admit that there are certain similarities eKatDontKnowShitAboutFootballMama
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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 - Oct 30, 2012 - 01:31pm PT
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I have no beautiful wife, house, climbing rack.
I do not understand why I need to be compared. I am original, I am my own mouse.
Jeg er likke den nye norske.
I do share angst with the boy.
Ong-Sht. It's so German, but it almost sounds French/Norwegian.
And I am very pseudo-familiar with that local choss pile on Hwy 40. but it drowsn't compare to my zzzzzzzz/Sorry, I dozed.
I dreamed of a Squat Little MF in lycra Spandex. With a Stihl He came after Me. He kinda looked like this.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dP8MuROFF8
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 30, 2012 - 03:21pm PT
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unless of course something changes
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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 - Oct 30, 2012 - 03:26pm PT
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"This ain't no party, this ain't no disco, this ain't no foolin' around."
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Oct 30, 2012 - 03:32pm PT
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Mouse, no offense on the comparison.
We loves our weeg and his interesting way of looking at the world that's all.
I truly hope you get that Lower Spire summit. (Have you done upper?)
All the best as our crooked ass trail drags us through life bro!
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Nov 25, 2014 - 08:52pm PT
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paul crawford put up
talking heads at sugarloaf.
a quality 5.11a,
authored proudly.
weeg loves you all too.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 26, 2014 - 04:36am PT
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gratefully resarecting the dead I have kill ed the family rig with ((which wid all da playing))
the computer makes noises and so I am banished for now !!
That this cow was from twenty twelve is okay because
I can drop it right
here
now.
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rmuir
Social climber
From the Time Before the Rocks Cooled.
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Nov 26, 2014 - 06:37am PT
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So… Is this a trip report?
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Nov 26, 2014 - 09:33am PT
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"I think we're already there..."
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Gary
Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
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Nov 26, 2014 - 09:39am PT
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No, but we will be soon.
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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 - Nov 26, 2014 - 10:08am PT
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i used in very recent times to have a Talk to Me Heads lyrics file
it was well-written timely and mostly in norwegian
it diasporated when the ad-ware was being eliminated from my mean machine of adele
the ads remained in sprite of a bill of staggerlee and expresso size
grande/super grande/lots
lots of smooth lines in baggy suits floatin' in that cup from buck star's
all gone to their beds
somewhere in the sea of words
no more talkin' 'eads, matey
they've gone off the plank
weej can commiserate on little darlings goin' bye
on the american river of life goin' by
i think i was sure i didn't have to cry
when my own lines bit the dust
chokin' on sea water
goin' down at cypher-speed
for my poems all were dismissed in the same purge
what shite
bag-pants does some thinkin' for me
weej does some drinkin' for me
the loss of words means somethin'
the loss of turds speaks for itself in all of us
share the wonder
sit on the thunder
box with fickle fingers curled thus
and don't bury ur thumb in ur fist
when u slam the wall in angrinist
us might could break a bone
but the hole in the wall sure means somethin'
it means i'm really pissed
so i better get busy with that mediocre bottle in the freej
containing today's ration of bliss
it will soothe the tired beast in me
i was saving it for tomorrow
like i was saving the poesy
a giants piece of ad-vice
don't let 'em bust yer poesy
no pics need apply
epics are welcome
sagas not so much
touche pussy-cat
touche
now go back to bed
and pretend yer a tolkien head
like lilabiene and gnome ofthe diabasics
middle earths do not abound
but abide
gnome or than that which he deserves
making cents is for capitalist letters
and weej is the acknowledgement of virtue in strife
solo he goes that it's harder than 5.9 in a crossfire hurricane
to keep on keepin' himself as is
but was
change is good
my two pennies
(place them on my eyes on my demise)
peace through feesh
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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 - Nov 26, 2014 - 11:20am PT
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meese seester called up down here
just now somehow
told me of the great SHOOTING in sonora the sonorous
resoundin' in lead choruses of blammo
cops never run out of ammo
wee need steenkin' batches
to respond to shite happenin' in our back yard
old ron's naybor comes to mine
he's not a good prospect
there ain't no good guys
there ain't no bad guys
there's a dead guy though
daisy-pusher now
assaulter of girl friends
no one cares
twenty times bullets struck' im
i can't imagine what went down
just let me say one time
f*#k 'im
my nurse neese jess once held his pee ness
in the palm of her gloved hand
while he eliminated
now he's been eliminated
i'll give the man a lemon
let him try to make lemon aid
ferschlugginger gunslingers lament
bury u under a load of cement
that was the way it went down
for that clown
but i'm not laffin'
nor is he
he died with his foot in his ass
he died while trying to kill that lass
he has come to a sorry pass
let that be a lesson to ya
as johnny feaver would suggest
it's over and the gunsmoke's gone
leaving the question
'what went wrong'
nothing
he and it all went down according to plan
'who's plan'
u know Who
forgive me god/man
for my callous disregard
of your holy writ
in this case it don't mean diddly
what's comin' for u
is gonna get u
if u have the wrong juju
'why did no white folk riot when OJ was acquitted?'
another question
'why tolerate black friday when we have a michael brown monday?'
that makes three cents
nothin' makes no sense
wish i had me some real sens
instead of cheap sauvignon blanks
rosemount and eek-o love
both from keewee land
where fire arms are permitted
unlike in Flamesland where they are admitted to exist
but seldom held and never fired
my father-in-law's name is dick blank, BELIEVE IT
or if not we'll see about that
happiness is a warm worn rock on the end of a stick
bludgeon-fishing
give a man a bludgeon and he'll eat it
give a man a gudgeon and he'll maybe like it or not
feesh taco fillin' or fertilizer, which will it be?
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