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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 11, 2017 - 04:44pm PT
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Glad to hear you had a successful venture, Scott, on such a nifty little classic.
Like many, I was intro'ed to roped climbing on this cakewalk.
The last time I was on it with a niece it threatened to clusterfog on us, so I bagged it and rapped down to her and left, tail twixt legs.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Oct 11, 2017 - 05:23pm PT
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The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God
Well we all gotta return to something, right
Look for a blast of return to the Gospel years coming soon - Oh Canada!
Might even warrant a movie or two: Trouble No More: A Musical Film
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The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod
The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God
For all those who have eyes and all those who have ears
It is only He who can reduce me to tears
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
Like a thief in the night, he'll replace wrong with right
When he returns.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that is passes through
He unreleased His power at an unknown hour that no one knew
How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice ?
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness ?
Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride ?
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease
Until He returns ?
Surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground, take off your mask
He sees your deeds, He knows your needs even before you ask
How long can you falsely and deny what is real ?
How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal ?
Of every earthly plan that be known to man, He is unconcerned
He's got plans of his own to set up His throne
When He return.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Oct 12, 2017 - 12:40am PT
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A Sacrilege for Jesus Bob
Jesus Bob
Live
On your TV
Preaching about your sanctity
He once preached about
What it means to be free
Is it all the same?
Jesus Bob
Live
On the stage
Don't tell me about religion
Oh you set the stage
Is the evil they do in his name
Or just their rage?
Jesus Bob
Tell me it isn't so
Jesus Bob
What else do you know?
Jesus Bob
Is it he who runs the show
Or just us repeating history?
-bobman
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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 12, 2017 - 05:37am PT
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And the Pope just sits there listening to From the New World.
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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 12, 2017 - 05:41am PT
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Doing their best not to look guilty?
Where there's smoke there's Flames.
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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 12, 2017 - 07:26am PT
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Thoughts Before Dawn
The vermicular vernacular:
a simple casting.
Is the average robin
in on this?
A distinct instinct?
A lesson learned?
How toothsome
are earthworms, anyway?
I've always been curious
but never too serious.
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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 13, 2017 - 01:50am PT
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The white orb seldom rises as far to the north on the horizon as it did just a while ago. I was fortunate to have witnessed it.
Serendipity played a part.
I came across some incense cones purchased several years ago while rooting through the detritus of those years in a catch-all bowl that held old CDs, string, old Christmas cards, business cards, and the odd wrapped candy, among other forgotten items.
I figured this old bachelor's pad needed some aroma enhancement, having found the incense. The brand is HEM, the flavor is "The Moon," WHICH IS THE CRUX of this anecdote.
I opened the hall door a crack and set the rock I use as a doorstop.
Then I opened the window in order to place one of these incense cones on the ledge outside so the smoke might kind of drift on through the room and out the door.
And here's what I saw. Not very dramatic, but I'll take exceptional if I can get it any day or night.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 13, 2017 - 02:01am PT
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weird, was just trying similar, with no results;
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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 13, 2017 - 05:02am PT
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Poke Him With That Stick
Banish all thought of suicide,
ye who enter here.
It's all I've been thinking about,
coughing my life out,
not sleeping a bit at night,
slowly going down,
crying dry-eyed,
but not crawling,
and not falling,
into that black hole.
I've made it this far;
I may as well finish the ride.
I can sleep in the daytime,
exhausted from the coughing,
too tired to dream any longer
of what I am missing.
Too much of death-by-self going around lately, as it is.
Such waste, but only from my point of view.
I'm not anyone else,
cannot live their lives,
only counsel that they'll miss a lot.
--MFM, briefly
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Oct 13, 2017 - 05:45am PT
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nice, really nice this stuff
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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 13, 2017 - 06:05am PT
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'kew.
One particular class of US citizens REALLY LIKE THIS GUY!
He sets their hearts a-twitter
Even though we're in the shitter
I can't go on...
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Oct 13, 2017 - 07:25am PT
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Tough night huh, Mouse? Sorry to hear you are in so much discomfort. My sciatica is hammering my hip and leg pretty bad this week, but it's nothing compared to that suffocating cough and pain you are dealing with. And it's worse when you wake up to the constant bad news coming from our nations capitol about that orange mental case in what is now the Witless House.
Walk with me, Captain...
The Imposter
I thought I saw the sun go down
But it never touched the horizon
There were rumors it had left us
So I travelled to the mountains
To see if I could find it
But although I searched for days
I floundered in the darkness
And slept in sheer exhaustion
Shivering from the icy cold
Dreaming all the people were forsaken
And woke up to a bright light
On the eastern skyline
With a strange unworldly quality
But then again it was not
An earthly light
But from a strange and alien body
It entranced me though the spell
Was not hypnotic enough
To cause immediate unconsciousness
Although the strange allure
Kept me focused on one point
Beyond the object that was
A black dot on the lower half of an orb
Which grew larger by the second
Something wrapped around my leg
And then my foot slipped
I woke up with a start
My movement was restricted
Somehow straps were restraining
My arms and hips
I kicked wildly
But was restrained about the ankles
And I grunted unintelligibly
Something covered my head
Thoughts swam with wild ideas of
Alien abduction and medical experiments
Caused my heart to race and
Left me out of breath
My head hurt
Then I felt a low vibration
The vibration increased to a shudder
A humming sound quickly became
A loud ear piercing whirr
Gravity pressed against my face as
Nausea engulfed me
Then I felt a floating sensation
And lapsed into a prolonged sleep
Here on Xlasnos Nyghm
The air is red and fragrant like cinnamon
And the celestial orbs always revolve
Throughout the constant day
The multi-ped Yontlings play all the time
As I sleep in my spore-mound cave
The only humanoid within
A billion trillion parsecs
And I can't say that I'm not happy
Here there is no disease or strife
And though I may only live
They tell me
One hundred thirty years or more
The Yontlings live for three thousand
They are strangely never bored
And they always bow reverently
To the Blue Eternal Delphqueen
Whenever she szwoozles by
-bushman
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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 13, 2017 - 08:21am 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 - Oct 13, 2017 - 08:23am 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 - Oct 13, 2017 - 08:25am PT
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"Mah fellow Canadians..."
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Oct 13, 2017 - 09:03am PT
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WHAT SONG AM I LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Funny you should ask.
There was the Cough Song, now there's the Marble Song
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Where'd they come from? Honey, do you have to ask?
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PICTURE OF THE DAY – TIKA’s group has invented a new game: to be the first to collect as many cherry tomatoes as possible… And, no, no… they aren’t playing marbles !!!
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Oct 13, 2017 - 09:37am PT
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Dark sh#t that Doc Watson/Bill Monroe song. First time I ever listened to the words… Kind of creeped me out. Please take me back to the strange marble song, Mr. Z.
Ave Maria?
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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 13, 2017 - 11:31am PT
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Life is twisted and turned and it's all just fate, I'm tellin' ya.
But it could be God's will.
Either way, it's hard for the rich man in ways the poor man cannot understand, and vice-versa.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 13, 2017 - 11:37am PT
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Hey there Mouse
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