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the barber

Social climber

burlington, va

Topic Author's Original Post - Oct 20, 2016 - 09:54am PT

why not?
can't we boil down the soup
'til nothing is left.

except our substance.

i've been a-gawking for years.
at your tribe.

enough to gain a higher-ed degree in absolutism.

but i've remained audience, until now.

because as i watched your theatre, i practiced.
on the side-lines.

and now that i've graduated myself,
i must report, in kind.

wide and varied is your cast.
there are roses among us, and there are piss-stained mattresses.

an unwieldy group, bent upon nothing.
and we take life jokingly.

appropriately the path that we individually and collective scribe
across all landscapes, wiggles.

i gotta say, now that my mentor among thee, has been the recently departed Norwegian.

i adore him. i do. i envy him. and, as you might guess, i mimmick him.

in my, lay-down-prose. but also in my lifestyle.

i understand that he navigated college according to uber-poverty.

i also understand that he maintained the impoverished facade throughout his carreer.

and he never capitalized anything. except the Now and the Then.

so i got no loans.
i got a top-paying degree.

i got wayward knowledge and skills.

and i got alcoholism.

which is a trait that he flauntered.

because he, and someday, me,
flies best through your skies, and mine, naked.
and recklessly and voluntarily exposed to the villians of time
and to the wizardry of god.

so i attempt to become, he. i grew my hare.
i neglected it.
i never called my mom.
and i voted exclusively liberal ideals.

an now i want to up the c#&%.
he rope soloed.

and this is where i leave him behind.
i need nothing.
most notedly his horrible rope management skills.

because those only exclaimed his fear.

shed all that shite, and travel less burdened.

my soul has matured beyond my masters.

he's stuck in linear understandings
and i'm off unto dimensions yet undiscovered.

i hope you read this, sir.

don't ever rejoin this fray, sahib.
i'll take it from here.
you, norwegian, just surrender to the horizon below you.
we'll all see you in hell.

please know that you have affected, and continue to affect lives.
through your and humility and voluntary disease, and your unlikely celebration of both -

trice qualities which most distinguish with this american culture, a troubadour.

thanks for your principles, your lyrical contributions, and your chivalry.

may you enjoy three-years-worth of fornication stuffed into the next month or so.

i know that i will be accused of being you,
because, so-well have i studied beneath you, that i've surpassed you.

Jon Beck

Trad climber

Oceanside

Oct 20, 2016 - 09:58am PT

Weeg? that you

Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber

Out Of Bed

Oct 20, 2016 - 10:06am PT

Oct 20, 2016 - 10:00am PT
Hahaha....

My thoughts exactly.

Appears to be just one of the moo-ing emulators though.

the barber

Social climber

burlington, va

Topic Author's Reply - Oct 20, 2016 - 10:14am PT

i'm truely flattered
by the suspected direct-association
with the man, himself.

but no, i'm just a student
of his zin.

actually, i'm currently drinking
zenfindel.

see. i'm not kiddin.
i wann be his feet.

because his way accommodated
that immediacy which he placed directly in front of
him with little warning.

is there a better way?

my name is kurdt.
or is that kurt?
i wish it was chuck.

though i might go about changing it.

the barber

Social climber

burlington, va

Topic Author's Reply - Oct 20, 2016 - 10:44am PT

hey man,
a f*#king water drop earns its path.

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Oct 20, 2016 - 10:45am PT

wilt, honey, is that u?

m ulalotors and weejing wimmen alike

he is rizzenenjizzen

allay loo allay loo

yodelay and whooptidoo

using no rope and one shoe

wearing a black glove he comes for you

the weej-in-the-woods and the weej-on-the-cliff

are one and the same cuz there ain't no diff

we are all the weej

the weej abides

and that foul-stinking pillow still lies out there somewhere yearning to die

the barber

Social climber

burlington, va

Topic Author's Reply - Oct 20, 2016 - 11:15am PT

weege taught me a trick;

hold time still while you aggressively promote reality.

and as now pulls away from The now,

the fabric of universal essence tears,
and we crawl through the seam and
then sew her back shut again.

now i am the soil
of her soiled loins.

how my doing, folks.
can i be an echo of chuck someday?

i dedicate myself to the resounding cause his dormant voice.

Bushman

climber

The state of quantum flux

Oct 20, 2016 - 12:03pm PT

Weejaholic,

You have to die first to be a cult figure
Unless you're dead already
Either way the end result
Can be less than desirable to the subject
When said result is no longer painfull
Except to all those friends and relatives
And even more so to the family who never met you

-bushman

Gnome Ofthe Diabase

climber

Out Of Bed

Oct 20, 2016 - 12:06pm PT

The root that is the foreground bottom right was pushed up blocking thisAnd this rock had a dead oak all over it]one I cleared more than a few years ago.

NutAgain!

Trad climber

South Pasadena, CA

Oct 20, 2016 - 12:45pm PT

Who among us are worthy of adulation, adoration, emulation?

Not me or anybody I know,
though there are many qualities among us
that are worth cherry-picking.
Most of us are doing the best we can.

I do question the wisdom of glorifying one
who passes out in a pool of his own self-induced vomit.

Ask any child of an alcoholic:
there is nothing romantic about it.

the barber

Social climber

burlington, va

Topic Author's Reply - Oct 20, 2016 - 12:59pm PT

nut we should together go hunting.
and we'll bring our kill back
to the fire and engage a tribal
gratitude silence.

only the flames can
speak our greatest thougts.

now we eat and
collect substance
for impending wither
due upon us
every tomorrow from
now until.

the barber

Social climber

burlington, va

Topic Author's Reply - Oct 20, 2016 - 01:03pm PT

bushman,
you, the mature and present poet!
i never aspired to gather your accordance.

but the fact that you think i'm norwegian
is of utmost complement.

the only greater compliment
would be the weege himself
claiming my identity.

thanks for the words,
i assume that i may
collect them as weeg would
and not-spend them
wisely as he wouldn't.

this is great fun.
i'm sure that my facade will soon fracture.

that fella stayed a destructive course like no
one i've ever known, nor witnessed.

plus i was borne in aries and i understand he was a libra.

thay's the libra respond resolutely to super-moons.

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Oct 20, 2016 - 01:24pm PT

barber was born in columbus, mississippi, a distant relative of poet sidney sanier and writer thomas sanier williams.

they weren't going to let him sit at a front table at some cafe in Columbus in the mid-afternoon sun.

but apparently, they did so.

libras tend that way, they say.

they also tend to wander, holding their tits or their balls while thanking the original charles for the role model.

weeejeminis do the same damn thing.

NutAgain!

Trad climber

South Pasadena, CA

Oct 20, 2016 - 01:48pm PT

Growing gutly girth
far from mountain mirth
I am in need of hunt

if affliction seeketh thee
skip alcoholic reverie
try laser cut reality

I'll gladly pull the trigger
on cams, I like them bigger
How to end this, I can't figure

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Oct 20, 2016 - 01:55pm PT

poetry is not an easy mistress

digger chigger rigger andgutly girth was gud, tho.

Flip Flop

climber

Earth Planet, Universe

Oct 20, 2016 - 06:49pm PT

Not the weej. This guy is incoherent.

i-b-goB

Social climber

Wise Acres

Oct 20, 2016 - 06:55pm PT

Drink up a Solo cup
and be emptied
With a spirits breath of courage
lay flat upon the overhanging stone
Head spinning upwards
stranger things
but by a crooked line
Looking over backwards
to lay down upon the wind
Body turned limp tumbling down
to stop with a thump
And a broken crown
but did not feel it.
may I have another drink?”

RyanD

climber

Oct 20, 2016 - 07:19pm PT

Best thread in so long!! I can't stop laughing

Jebus H Bomz

climber
Old West Crackramento

Oct 20, 2016 - 10:24am PT
I climbed out of the brackish port of potties,
must needs attend my toilette methinks
or drink the cologne itself since it is alcohol
the sedating brine for my mind

A latter day zinner, I'm a loser, baby
Post pictures of local choss stonery
And my reek will permute into words on your screen
SO you can see, a mooing posing poet is me

-Gnome of the Garblebase

Jebus don't worry that you may not be able to beat Riley and Bob D in an online politard climbing comp, you still crush on the sub 5.11 threads like this braj.