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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Nov 16, 2016 - 11:09pm PT
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yeah
What Mfm said on the next page !
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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 17, 2016 - 02:54am PT
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Yusuck today don't be a jerk
erase that shite
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2016 - 05:09am PT
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This may be lost on everyone?
But
**zB!, a perfect example of a Venturi-meter ap lov ? No application!,
I'm dirty water
Mouse's message = the Venturi-meter
Ho shoot ! Bushman deleted but his input, -after the Trumpcock- the constriction- was
The influence and addition =the Chlorine!
Causing me (the dirty water under pressure )
To clean up my act!
Irony, syncopated trip zB the See er Zimmerman the Destined to be a Nobel noble winner
Won it a deseverinly but in perfect symmetry won't go to the ceremony !
Nov 16, 2016 - 01:54pm PT
He makes it look pretty casual...
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Wait I'll go back add to the video
And capture past
You all better appreciate it is no sweet deal being me
Ive no real need to be
I am lost
I owe
Was a great , YO yo
So I stay away till
I can compose
Myself or
A rational thought
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2016 - 05:52am PT
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Hehe the H'CruB is gonna have a field day
( I and others never told anyone where or what we did )
I don't know what to do?
Sam's point was Ice Caves a local attraction
Smiley road! The guy who lived & worked at Napanock
The Shrade tool company -climbers there too.
My Aqua Volvo!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2016 - 05:56am PT
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Puff the magic dragon
Illegal smile
Burn one with j prine
Henry
Panama
Joe Walsh
Joan Jett
[Click to View YouTube Video]
That Reefer man
Candy Man
Captain Beefhart
The Beatles
Just Ringo The No no song
George
Just John
Just Paul
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 17, 2016 - 07:36am PT
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These Missteps Not Undone
There's been a theme to my dreams of late
How could I know the world would be so full of hate
I've been remiss and joined briefly with the coming tide
Before too long I saw there was no place to hide
That's when I lost my way
And there might not come another day
To find refuge from this storm
Where dog eat dog is now the norm
So here is all that I have left to say
Where once was hope in the brand new day
Now is only endless pain and toil
And these thunderclouds that roil
On an horizon without the sun
For what it is that we have done
There is no history writ in stone
Of such magnitude of unleashed holocausts
What would strip way the flesh of men
And leave helpless to the winds of time
All earth's multitudes down to the bone
-bushman
11/17/2016
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Nov 17, 2016 - 07:37am PT
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Business as Unusual
There appeared nothing too unusual
The day was just a normal day
Overcast a little but
Like some I'd have to say
The crew was busy working
And I helped them where I could
The job was going smoothly and
At first the customer seemed good
The people stopping on the street
Inquiring for bids
Were numerous and welcome
To the kind of work we did
But some time around noon that day
I noticed something change
As the job was near completion
The customer started acting strange
We were wrapping up the work
As the client visited with a friend
As I inquired about our payment
The outcome became in question then
The lady asked that I return
For payment at a later date
While addressing the contract terms
Then fell the tragic hand of fate
In the sky then flashed a silver light
The ladies screamed with opened eyes
As I turned to look to the northwest
A mushroom cloud climbed to the skies
Then a flash of arc light to the west
Cracked the silent cloudy heights
As another column to my disbelief
Shot skyward through bright bolts of light
"Oh come on, really?" I said to myself
Bearing out my first reaction
Could this of happened at a worse time?
Interrupting my business transaction?
Then the horror of what had just transpired
Woke me from the nightmare dream
Blasting full force the raw perspective
Of the present state and silent scream
Oft' times our world hangs in the balance
Threatened by malevolence so dark
Enslaved by all manner of retribution
Ours is no walk in the park
And are our dreams the harbingers
Of days to come and worlds on end?
Are they portents of the future
Or just letters that our hearts would send?
I found buried in the mail today
An unopened returned envelope
A letter I'd mailed once to someone
With best wishes and a prayer for hope
As I seek answer to my questions
More questions they just come to me
Like a Mad Hatter in a Wonderland
My own riddles never comfort me
As we worry for our future
Is there hope for us the human race?
In a world of such natural beauty
In all its grace might we find grace?
-bushman
11/17/2016
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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 17, 2016 - 07:42am PT
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Thank you.
Leslie thanks you, too.
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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 17, 2016 - 07:56am PT
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Spare the Bomb, Spoil the Man
Let me see reckon figure how long a time we apes spent in trees.
Then I shall tote list sum up count how long we apes on two legs stood upright on the leveled ground, not hanging on some rock face avoiding big cats.
Well, whattya know?!?!
We are still here, more numerous than ever, more haughty than ever, and more dangerous to other earthlings than ever we dreamed possible back in the tree nests, I realize come to understand see.
I estimate guess suppose we'll hang in there longer than we imagine contemplate suspect.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 17, 2016 - 08:09am PT
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Sawing Logs
Sawing logs
I slept all day
And snored so loud
The neighbor's wept
Sawing logs
That floated by
No single log then
Did I kept
Sawing would
I wish I dint
The branch I sat upon
Low rent
Sawing wood
Then I fell down
With broken crown
And arm all bent
Sawing logs
Across the way
Unscathed unharmed
The day was spent
-bushman
11/17/2016
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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 17, 2016 - 01:04pm PT
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It's like a lungful of fresh air to look around and see only that Trump has won and that there is only that single thread left about the election.
Getting back to why we are here demands a celebratory poem.
Or at least humming a few bars of Sweetbread Shuffle.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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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 17, 2016 - 02:12pm 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 - Nov 17, 2016 - 02:14pm PT
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The lobbyist.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 17, 2016 - 02:24pm PT
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Don't know who I am
Don't know who I am
I don't know my name
The cheap seats are all on sale
A bad memory costs the same
Don't know what I'll do
Don't know where I'll go
Sitting here on the sidelines
With my baggage in tow
Don't care about tomorrow
Don't care about last week
I forgot the meaning of my words
And I'm feeling like a freak
I can't shake this sense of emptiness
And where others might get drunk
I went down to the petting zoo
To pet my favorite skunk
Now my picture's in the post office
As the smelliest guy around
And it won't be hard to find me
In the nearest lost and found
My wife won't let me in the house
With my new fragrance of eau de pew
So I'm setting off on my sojourn
In a land thats made for you
From the redwood forests
To the Gulfstream waters
I guess freedom ain't so free
In a land that's made for skunks and otters
So I'll join my furry friends
Way out in the deep end
Anyone's welcome to join me
Err, on second thought
On your rabies shots it will depend
-bushman
11/17/2016
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Russ Walling
Social climber
from Poofters Froth, Wyoming
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Nov 17, 2016 - 04:31pm PT
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Hey Bushman... I thought you quit ST and moved to Tasmania or something? What happened?
Glad you are still here though
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Nov 17, 2016 - 05:09pm PT
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Thanks Fish,
I'm going through a kind of political philosophical upheaval if you know what I mean,
so there's that...
It'll pass, maybe I'll get over it.
But I'll probably swear off Stuportampopo at least once every full moon or so.
GRRR GRRR OWEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Nov 17, 2016 - 05:15pm PT
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Did some one say shuffle?
Pockets in packs are nice daul pockets one zipped or full length, flap
so double protecting the contents are better - water proof for when it pours.
The 'slop in slot' or again a full inside double lining that holds an ensolite pad around the sack giving a ridged pack , almost as good an idea as a wallet.[Click to View YouTube Video]rockin' on out again but I'll be back
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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 17, 2016 - 05:21pm PT
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