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Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Oct 6, 2017 - 12:02am PT
^^^^^
The Mandalay Manifesto...
That got me to thinking about something that occurred to me just the other day.

In a Moment of Silence


While I prayed for the victims

I became the next

At Saint Peter's Gate

He was sending a text

So l let myself in

With no vetting or screening

And found Jesus himself

On a lamppost a 'leaning

He didn't look too good

Said nothing ever changed

That heaven was off the rails

And that God was deranged

I could see his point

It was reflected on earth

The world had gone crazy

From well before my birth

So we stood for a while

In that awkward way

When words are never enough

And there is nothing to say


-bushman
Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Oct 6, 2017 - 12:24am PT
Cold Blooded Old Times

Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

The type of memories
that turn your bones to glass
turn your bones to glass

mother came rushing in
she said we didn't see a thing
we said we didn't see a thing

and father left at eight
nearly splintering the gate
cold-blooded old times

Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

the type of memories
that turn your bones
turn your bones to glass

and though you were
just a little squirrel
you understood every word

and in this way
they gave you clarity
a cold-blooded clarity

Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

though how can I stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?

how can I stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?

those cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times

-Bill Callahan,
Smog
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 6, 2017 - 03:00am PT
Op/Ed From a Hophead

The problems of controlling guns are many--

Drumming up enough support to influence politicians
Figuring out who gets to keep their weapons
Taking them out of the hands of those not on the above list
Keeping them away from psychos once guns have become illegal
Changing what we watch on the media to create a Great Society Like We Had Before
(I am oversimplifying the problems for the stoopids in the audience)

The likelihood of America outlawing guns 'n' ammo is teensy-weensy
I am not at all sanguine about the chances for success
But it's worth a try and it may not be too late
I care about what you think
But go tell it on the mountain, not here, for I am already a tenor in the choir
--BJB/Brian James Bald One
Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Oct 6, 2017 - 05:51am PT

Korean Heartbreak Blues #9999

When the dark horse pulls me by the ear
When there's nothing left to fear
There'll be nothing left for nobody
Until the day I die

I'm gonna tell these bald headed lies
I'm gonna choke on 'em baby
No come-over deep state blues
Don't you realize

It ain't fake news to me baby
When the Korean fat boy wails and cries
As he lobs another missile
Closer to our skies

With the Russians in collusion
Don't you know nothin' from nothin'
It's more than a teenage heartbreak
If we're all gonna suffer a radioactive high

Go to the future baby
There's no magic pizza pies
When the dark horse pulls me by the ear
When there's nothing to fear oh why?

There'll be nothing left for nobody
Under these radioactive skies
So I'm gonna tell these bald headed lies
Until the day I die

-bushman
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 6, 2017 - 06:12am PT
"What storm, Mr. President?"

"You'll find out. Thank you all for coming."
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Oct 6, 2017 - 08:24am PT
Credit: Cosmiccragsman
QHA? OOPS THAT WAS A STRANGE ROLL OF THE SNAP DICE, IT SPEAKS FOR IT SELFIE
Ye olde cup and ball.
Ye olde cup and ball.
Credit: mouse from merced
thats more what i was after, 503 not 506 . . .

zBrown

Ice climber
Oct 6, 2017 - 08:29am PT
Skin jobs to the back!
Skin jobs to the back!
Credit: zBrown
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 6, 2017 - 10:40am PT
Reprise

In a Moment of Silence


While I prayed for the victims

I became the next

At Saint Peter's Gate

He was sending a text

So l let myself in

With no vetting or screening

And found Jesus himself

On a lamppost a 'leaning

He didn't look too good

Said nothing ever changed

That heaven was off the rails

And that God was deranged

I could see his point

It was reflected on earth

The world had gone crazy

From well before my birth

So we stood for a while

In that awkward way

When words are never enough

And there is nothing to say


-bushman

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 6, 2017 - 10:45am PT
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 6, 2017 - 03:46pm PT
Flameses.
Flameses.
Credit: mouse from merced
Des frites au garlique.
Des frites au garlique.
Credit: mouse from merced
Asleep At the Wheel.
Asleep At the Wheel.
Credit: mouse from merced
Open to suggestions as to AATW tunes...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 6, 2017 - 06:48pm PT
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 6, 2017 - 06:48pm PT
Credit: mouse from merced
Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Oct 6, 2017 - 09:12pm PT
Old Wooden Claw

The temperature was falling
As Old Wooden Claw
Lurched through the forest
While the village folk said
To their kinders in bed
Stay safe under your covers
And don't lose your head
For Old Wooden Claw
Is out there in the night
Looking for his next victim
With his claw made of driftwood
And his face ghostly white

In the tavern by the crossroads
An old man sat hooded
And listened to the stories
On that dark starry night
As he drank his rye whiskey
Old Wooden Claw sighed
Ignoring those townsfolk
As the screech owl cried
And he left there at midnight
To lurch his way home
Where his lair in the grotto
Was all littered with bones

-bushman
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 7, 2017 - 04:21am PT
Spare change.
Spare change.
Credit: mouse from merced

"Sorry, Al. I know you're my pal. Brother, let's just share the time."
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 7, 2017 - 04:26am PT
Roadcut.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Bushman

climber
The state of quantum flux
Oct 7, 2017 - 05:41am PT

Under Saturn on Torkumand Temple

Out of ruins rose
From ice fields there
On frozen seas from which they welled
Their brightest blue
Green abutments shone
Under the starlit skies where were skewed
All a 'kilter on
The horizon hung
Saturnian rings filtered soaring aglow
The spire alighted
With icicles and snow
Our titanium ice tools slung and hung low

Pray crystalline peroxide
Seracs do stay glued
Tenuously attached in a swirled purple hue
Up Torkumand Temple
I swung on my tools
We were shrouded in curtains of blue
Up twelve hundred meters
To geysering summits
Swapping our leads and our oxygen tanks
On the final headwall
At a sheltering portal
We retreated expressing our thanks

Beneath us the temple
Shuddered and quaked
As tumbling blocks fell right past my face
While far up above
Gushing voluminous
Liquids and gasses erupting to space
This living volcano
Of Enceladus ice
This Torkumand Temple frozen and shone
Was far taller now
Than when we began
As we steeled for the long journey home

-bushman
10/07/2017
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Oct 7, 2017 - 08:07am PT

sO NOT KEEPING UP
So not keeping up,
The Baseball? Ugh!
thats been the local deal
in the suburban red sox hood
Where the ones who hate the New York teams
are plagued
having to rest as the rest of Us
try to stay awake through 13 innings

I am a poor baseball fan, I nod off and miss the moments, not this time;
The pitch was in the center of the strike zone.
the batter didnt even flinch - that was not a batter hit it was the third strike fer x sake!
im hung over and it shows

third thing to give shout about but its what ive got to add , ive not added much ^^ that goes without saying
Hows Norwegian?


On a more Orwellian note this worlds leaders are no joke, this fool has been recruited to doom all democratically run countries to suffer from the greedy mavens of the power of the possisions to enslave the masses
enslave the masses more thanthe bean counters have already arranged.




Hmmm? Thats what I thought , I yhink its 50/50 and the camera is for shite too V V V V
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Oct 7, 2017 - 11:05am PT
Credit: Gnome Ofthe Diabase
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 7, 2017 - 12:03pm PT
Try that shot at a faster speed with more shadows?

It's good like it is, but there's room for a lot more variations, Gnome.

And hold it still as you can if you don't use a 'pod.
Pod persons.  They know how to poddy.
Pod persons. They know how to poddy.
Credit: mouse from merced
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber
Out Of Bed
Oct 7, 2017 - 01:11pm PT
Pink Floyd & Frank Zappa ! (1969)
https://youtu.be/f7Eyw-3Rf3E


Yeah, I know
Credit: Gnome Ofthe Diabase

I'm a punter,
Credit: Gnome Ofthe Diabase
it is as much the tool behind the tool that is to blame
Credit: Gnome Ofthe Diabase
lame photos snaped by an inspired eye
Credit: Gnome Ofthe Diabase
ya'gnowe i got my feet wet.
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