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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Original Post - Dec 21, 2010 - 01:47pm PT
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my soul will someday be stuffed into
a cranny of the world where only the winds dare to breathe.
my last blink will endure an eternity that welcomes my cheeks within the soft folds of her swollen breasts.
my boot will rot, and synthetic laces will tie my bones together for thrice smiles in heaven.
the songs in my heart will play out, encore after encore and jesus it'll be a never ending dance for my's and your's spirts.
happiness will finally understand her own meaning when my heart frantically issues one last thrust of life-love.
all harmony within ignites into chaos, as i smile, toothless though gleaming.
i'll die and the now will not give a fvck; the snows will melt; the chickens will lay their eggs; and the trees will stand...
ever the trees will stand, as a grand erection of endurance.
ever i will die. again and again.
so brace your heart.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 01:53pm PT
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oh yea, silver, gf.
my fine
i just stood upon snow-covered micro edge after snow-covered dyke as i ascended a dream according to mountain maddness and thus i understood some vunerabilities of our travels and thus embraced death because it's nothing to fret, that death, you know.
it is merely the end punctuation to one existence.
as we may scribe the existence, we also have say in it's conclusion.
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pud
climber
Sportbikeville & Yucca brevifolia
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Dec 21, 2010 - 01:54pm PT
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I want to die with a grand erection of endurance !
Edit:
Very insightful and beautiful writing Norwegian.
I only wish to be aware of what is happening at the moment I move on to other dimensions.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 01:57pm PT
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death is grand,
like a piano.
i mean we can shove digits against some horrible keyboard our's entire existence.
or we can lay them softly upon keys that issue sound waves serene.
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Prod
Trad climber
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Dec 21, 2010 - 01:57pm PT
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In a sunny field.
Prod.
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Disaster Master
Social climber
Born in So-Cal, left my soul in far Nor-Cal.
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Dec 21, 2010 - 01:59pm PT
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When I die
it won't be
from giving up.
When I finish this Thing,
or It finishes me,
I will be burnt to ashes.
Then mixed with magnisium.
I will be packaged in small mesh balls,
labeled with sarcasm, and prepared for distibution.
Then on fine day, when all who care gather cliffside
at an unimportant stone set in my heart,
they will grab my balls and place them gently in their chalk bags.
Then they will climb, climb, climb,
and grind me into the holds of my favorite creations.
But that's not all. My balls will travel in my friends sacks all over the world. I will be ground into the classics I have never seen, and could only inagine completing.
It will be the final road trip to everywhere. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
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WBraun
climber
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:05pm PT
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Keep on flying and don't be dying .....
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couchmaster
climber
pdx
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:07pm PT
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I was thinking crevasse when I read your first post Norwegian. Having come fairly close to getting snuffed via hypothermia when I was 17, I can attest that it is a great way to go if you have to check out.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:12pm PT
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in the soft grasp of a goddess.
i will.
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Norton
Social climber
the Wastelands
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:15pm PT
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In a comfortable bed.
With the right amount of morphine to feel no pain and just fall asleep peacefully.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:17pm PT
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there really is no bad way to die.
for unto our end, a being will dance and fight and struggle
and be, the best way that it knows how.
death is our ultimate expression.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:19pm PT
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comfort is fleeting, norton.
why the hell do you leave the couch and find yourself into the mountain realms... where hardship rewards... where knowledges waltz with dangers... where tears wash away life's filth....
comfortable is not the best way to die, Norton.
nor is it the best way to live.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:21pm PT
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My father said he wanted to get hit by a beer truck.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:23pm PT
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prolly the best way to die is in pursuit of something that you love.
yea.
let love be our's temptations.
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WBraun
climber
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:24pm PT
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Comfortable is the best way to live.
Comfortable is infinite even when all hell is breaking loose.
The spirit soul always remains equipoise in all extremes and never dies ......
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:30pm PT
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If you require some fortitude brother then look no further than those lovely children of yours. You are everything to them even if not to yourself right now.
In the last year your Papa Dancing Bear lightness has been dimmed a bit...get some help to reclaim it. Death is no solution to anything that you are concerned about, man! The Lightness not the Light waits for you patiently...
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:35pm PT
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werner if we die comfortable,
implications abound...
our's passage is padded.
we enter the next realm on the leeward side of our fight response.
you, Werner apparently understand how the next realm befalls.. so you
can be comfortable entering beyond passively.
not i. the norwegian wrecks all with bludgeonings realized
and my death i'll enter wrestling a reality that i understand so's
my fight response is fully engaged and i'll drag my wrath thru some sort
of existential transition and enter the next,
kicking.
maybe kicking god outta heaven and thus inheriting your fate.
maybe kicking a soft fluffy cloud, much to the consternation of my groin muscels.
maybe kicking myself for making everthing such a struggle, when it could be foaming-at-the-crotch amiable.
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Fat Dad
Trad climber
Los Angeles, CA
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:41pm PT
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Don't choose a good death. Choose a good life.
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neversummer
Mountain climber
perris, cali
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Dec 21, 2010 - 02:44pm PT
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stay pretty..die young
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2010 - 02:44pm PT
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ah mr. grossman the ills our our communication medium abound..
i'm not heralding any sort of death, no.
im simply wandering upon it's red carpet... which is long and sparkly and leads down infinite roads....
thank you for your wisdom, which i gather you have earned.
i respect for you, along with most.
my lassies and i have entagled our loves, magnificently.
my daughters know all that i dream. for i dream outloud.
their existence is plastered with my person.
as is Supertopo.
my existence is sweetened by theirs.
we will be a team of travellers, together thru realms undreamed,
until some ornery wind tears us to fragmented souls.
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