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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Original Post - Oct 18, 2014 - 05:46am PT
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do you ever mistake imagination for reality?
like your standing next to the real thing,
though you think that you're looking at it head on.
it quietly surpasses you, only commanding your periphery attention;
while you focus intently on that which isn't.
Nothing is an entity.
It shoots just like stars.
It boils like mad blood.
Nothing is borne.
Nothing dies,
and then Nothing lives.
well, i do.
i disregard those civil moments.
the ones that are assigned hyper-meaning;
the ones shoved into my mind by
the bored universe.
stupid shite like a beating heart.
or gravity.
or acceleration due to a beating heart.
or love.
life is bullshite.
so is death.
they are way too real.
forever and never?
these just mean that your valor is broke.
oh, and money!
what?
i don't understand the question.
god? she is horny
and we are leaking out of her vagina
as she anticipates intercourse with
her shadow.
now those: shadows.
they report the dark side of the self.
which is the womb of our unborne secrets.
those secrets, which become truth once
they are cooked in a spoon and intravenously injected
into the circulatory system of our culture,
who by the way is a junkie and cannot wait
for the next free based poem.
anyway, I'm cooking up.
a little bit of pseudo.
look out reality.
we've a new suitor asking our soul for marriage
and currently a golden engagement ring is
hovering mere inches above my head.
i think i'll say yes.
you all will receive an invitation to our ceremony
but you can't watch us consummate
the death of two dreams.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 18, 2014 - 06:34am PT
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good, dingus.
if ever you end up in jail
call me in your raspiest voice
and i'll be there.
con coin.
and then once, free,
we'll break reality over our knee.
and all the under-esteemed
deep nevada girls might feel alright.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 18, 2014 - 06:57am PT
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that there chief was
a tab of reality.
now im dosed.
when will ah come down?
please talk me through this.
that's sum strong shite.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 18, 2014 - 07:09am PT
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drop reality onto the floor;
it breaks into 6 pieces.
pick up the mess and reassemble it into a new order.
that's imagination.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 18, 2014 - 07:17am PT
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reality is a cloak
that disguises imagination;
though imagination is the
very thread that weaves
it's own suffocating burden.
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kaholatingtong
Trad climber
Nevada City
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Oct 18, 2014 - 07:19am PT
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reality is a friggin poser anyways
comes across as this concrete defined thing
when it is anything but.
relative, depending on the points of orientation
which can migrate like birds blown in the cold air of a storm
and what are we left with? well that depends, in relation to what?
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 18, 2014 - 07:22am PT
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i like relativity.
general chaos versus a pinpoint universe.
reality is candlelit intimacy
while imagination is a rush-f*#k in the shed
among volatile organic carbons and a razor sharp axe.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 18, 2014 - 07:33am PT
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reality is my connection.
i meet her in the park
and hook up some make-believe.
i'm totally addicted to
what that she's pushin.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 18, 2014 - 07:43am PT
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consequences like our angels get
filthy and then can't fly
so don't mind me i'm just cleaning
my angels right here in the public
bath.
you all don't mind if i just sit here
and babble to myself, do you?
good. carry off.
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rottingjohnny
Sport climber
mammoth lakes ca
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Oct 18, 2014 - 08:49am PT
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weege....don't forget the hazmat suit when you bathe the phermoned fairys....keep it real
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pud
climber
Sportbikeville & Yucca brevifolia
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Oct 18, 2014 - 08:53am PT
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Reality is for those with limited imagination.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 18, 2014 - 09:13am PT
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johhny your advice is too late,
i got the pheromone virus.
i snubbed the protection
and entered the bath naked....
kevin i too respond well
to binges of hard work.
actually the current hormone high
that i'm riding comes on the tail
end of two successive days
of trying labor in the tall trees.
here i am in third grade
gathering facts that i am now
employing in my immature interpretation of
psychological mediums...
i used to be a falcon now i'm just a mountain zealot
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Charlie D.
Trad climber
Western Slope, Tahoe Sierra
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Oct 18, 2014 - 09:47am PT
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“He somehow understood that life was only what one did every day…. Nothing was like anything else, including himself, and everything was changing all of the time. He knew he couldn’t perceive the change because he was changing too, along with everything else.”
-Jim Harrison
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Big Mike
Trad climber
BC
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Oct 18, 2014 - 10:21am PT
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My friend,
Reality is but a construct of your imagination. It is but a ray of light that is bent by your lens of perception.
We choose how to perceive the world, and it allows us to feel as we wish.
True power in life is attained when we realize that reality can be bent to our will also, but unlike light, it must be moulded and shaped as time passes.
Reality is our bitch if we harness it, and our jailer if we let it play it's course.
Sometimes we must make choices we are not fond of, to reach the end goal. We must remember what that aspiration is and realize the things in life that help us achieve it.
The option is open, as is the path, just remember to travel the one that leads to your end destination, rather than the easy road to hell.
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Jingy
climber
Somewhere out there
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Oct 18, 2014 - 11:07am PT
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do you ever mistake imagination for reality?
 Unfortunately, I feel I do not have the time to live in my imagination too often. Though, this really is the only way I have to live anymore, because I'm certainly not going to be living by any physical means or outside the imagination now into the future.
f*#k, I made page two... missed again
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 18, 2014 - 11:09am PT
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On the road less than half of life so far....
do not ride an I.C,K.M. without leathers
a brain bucket
straight sight to let you see far
A head
when i am ascendant ... ...
from no action of my own
I don't want to be
the one Who goes down
So many things can killya
while trying to thrillya
like climbing Scary Canary by a star
Downpressor Man
was not that bad a reach
On lead, both
are airborn falls
Why down grade them
onsight, not use to
that leaning red shite
from .12d to .10+
seems really far
sandbagged
for sure
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craig morris
Trad climber
la
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Oct 18, 2014 - 11:48am PT
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I imagine the pro is good. The reality is don't fall
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Oct 18, 2014 - 12:40pm PT
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Buddha spent his life seeking to find out enlightenment wasnt enlightenment. Enlightenment occurs when the Chief twists the throttle, not when one meditates into eternity.
Reality isn't reality, the delusion is reality.
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Spider Savage
Mountain climber
The shaggy fringe of Los Angeles
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Oct 18, 2014 - 03:39pm PT
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There is the physical universe. That which we can perceive with our physical senses.
Then there is our own universe. The universe in our minds; conscious, unconscious, imagination, thought, dreaming. This universe is our very own. It is superior to that other one.
Those are two realities.
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Edge
Trad climber
Boulder, CO
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Oct 18, 2014 - 03:58pm PT
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We dream our own realities. Just refuse to accept nightmares as anything but echoes of the past, and hold the future in highest regard. They are both connected anyway, and this lends balance while announcing your highest intentions to the cosmic order.
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