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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 10, 2019 - 03:21am PT
Amber light of sunset.
Amber light of sunset.
Credit: mouse from merced
Is There A Spell-Checker For Emojis?

Halley Kahoutek Hale-Bopp Attorneys send Holiday Greetings
to all of their clients in the X/S Galaxy.

Memo from Forever 21 System home office to those affected by the following:

Justice Joann Kirkland's Torrid Back Room Shoes
has been purchased by Starbucks/In-n-Out-n-Amazon.

This means many of you are due to be unemployed, possibly by next month.

People, get ready.

Blame the emojis for dumbing down language,
(yet, in so doing, they help to bring us closer
in a way that a child could understand)
but this has nothing to do with them.

We know what you're thinking, too, and it's not that.
"Crazy old man," that's what you're thinking.
And I'm all, "Not my house?
Get the hell out before I call the cops!
Wait! How did I get here?"

There is no cross-traffic
And I can sneak across the four lanes.
It's four a.m. in the fourth safest city in the world
You may have even been here at this same time of the morning
In the same location earlier in your life
Or you may come here later in your life
Or even later in another life
Or I might, too -- who knows
"Hey, this is not my house at all.
Where's Mother?"

Well on the curb, having made the jay-walk,
I have a feeling that in spite of the empty-appearing street
And sidewalk and parking lots and well-lit areas
Someone is watching me.
I just know it and there's no need to think
--But I collect myself
And we walk away all casual
With no looking over our shoulders.
It's a no-brainer.
If whoever is watching sees us
He may recognize that we are the same
And this is something that would tend to call attention to us
--Not that jay-walking at four a.m. is exactly stealth behavior.

It is always a crossroads in time somewhere
And today, right now, there is a traffic light
Which will never change but continue blinking amber
As I stand here on the corner of Body and Mind.

Blinking blinking blinking
Thinking and winking my lids to the beat of the light
I begin to feel solid but still very slight
And I step across boldly even though it's not right
And I care not if they're watching
And disappear in the night.
--Cray Z. Oldman

The state of quantum flux
Feb 11, 2019 - 11:26am PT these desolate places, we find our comfort. these desolate places, we find our comfort.
Credit: Bushman

Silent goes the Peregrine

and there was then a quiet pause
after rising late one morn
reflecting on the pain of age
I found with it no fault or scorn

but pondering the sense of it
what little use of it I found
beyond biology and it’s alarms
no other rationale seemed sound

to suffer for the suffering
or anneal us for the coming years
explained nothing of its logic
allaying nothing of our fears

then it markedly occurred to me
might all our sufferings just be
a kind of dry run the the final hour
as a stratagem it seemed cruel to me

then long after such a quiet pause
as I found shelter from the storm
I pondered long the pain of age
and found with it naught but fault or scorn

-Tim Sorenson
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 11, 2019 - 04:39pm PT

pointless and useless
it's all so excuse-less
we should never oughta
pollute the earth's water
yet we poison ourselves
with the stuff on our shelves

and we don't seem to mind
all the crap left behind
from our industries' waste
to old tubes of toothpaste
it's more than we can handle
burning both ends of the candle
Gnome Ofthe Diabase

Out Of Bed
Feb 12, 2019 - 03:39am PT
My Feet Hurt The Call

Foot by foot

by sodden foot when feet hurt

They heard it from the toe

The tow, a tug to go up,

once more again and again

to gain to gain again, must we

Can we for one more time again to go up

herd by foot by foot

Footfall, feet fail

free the heels, free thoughts heal

I'll undoubtedly feel ill,

tightly tied in not tied in at all,

Naught for not for knot

for no one to tie into, still

my feet hear the call, my feet hurt

I heard the call to go up don't have to

but can not stop, so alone still I go up

kick-kick wump wump kick

O, pull, pull pull
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 13, 2019 - 05:57am PT
They Felt Like Dancin', Yeah

Vance and Lance both liked to dance.
They had an audition, a really big chance,
For fame and for fortune, maybe even romance.

So they practiced all day and did calisthenics at night,
Which made them both vigorous, graceful and light.

But the facts were they were White and couldn't keep time
So their hopes were all dashed and they never made a dime.

Mighty Hikers in the Highlands

Strolling through the heather in the bitter winter weather
Here come Lance and Vance who've not got things together

They've swam three chilly lochs and traversed some snowy ben
But they haven't a single clue as to where they might have been

Scotland sucks when the sun doesn't shine
And they still haven't made a nickel or a dime

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 13, 2019 - 05:59am PT
Happy sappy Valentine!

Bears Do It

The offshore is now onshore and it's cold on the porch
but not too cold to enjoy the breeze, light the torch.
It's still dark outside but the day has begun
It's just that it's nice when we have some sun.
It's discontenting winter as Shakespeare once said,
But really, I think that it was all in his head.
It's not that hard to just hibernate some
And emerge all refreshed when the Springtime has come.

Let's Fall In Love (including the Finns)
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