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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Original Post - Oct 10, 2012 - 04:49pm PT
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i've been trained for many moments,
in the art of conducting a static pause
in the progress of eternity.
you see i employ inertial moments
upon quests to hold entities still.
don't move, i calculate.
stay put, i order.
run like hell, i believe!
and so i find my-wee-self in the ill-graces
of my own shoes.
two of my forevers have been spent
toiling upstream of my dream.
i've thick blood, and a shortage of intelligence,
so i have maintained my struggle for 20 years upon wayward brawn.
every day batter me.
in those 20 years,
i could not find ever,
a comfortable thought to grant me wrest.
though i persisted.
many ill processes gestated within me over these years.
i embraced them because disease needs a home, now, too.
just a bit or two moments ago i was fired of my employment.
the incredible balance that i have so long attempted to maintain shifted
against,
or maybe for,
my favor.
they were like,
"yea. we'll find a more complacent soul to fill this position."
and so, i walk the plank,
and i don't give a fiddler's fart about its section modulous,
the plank,
or its moment of intertia:
it and i can fail together.
because in all understanding,
failure is subject to interpretational relativity of the spectating culture.
help me!
help.
im succeeding.
spoons. they come flying heaped at my sloppy gob.
spoon. it cooks the crooked dreams that fall forth of myne mind.
im fired.
and im free.
bring on poverty.
because then and only then do i understand
the privelage of life.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Oct 10, 2012 - 05:02pm PT
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just fired ne'er fried, call it otherwise occupied
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 10, 2012 - 05:11pm PT
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and so i called my wife.
and guess what i told her...
nothing except that i love her.
and that, to her,
was worth more than the 100k that i just
surrendered to the autumn of my existence.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 10, 2012 - 05:21pm PT
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ron we all crawl across
this filthy existence, together.
the crawling exercises our physique;
the filth exercises our physiology.
gravity issues it's spell upon a waving wand,
we crawl otherwise,
escaping the sedentary posture
and surmount a plane normal spacial reality.
we're climbers.
we ascend like rising suns;
we fall like diseased trees.
nothing matters.
except the filth.
that is paramount,
to the color index of our teeth.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 10, 2012 - 05:26pm PT
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ohh hoblie,
once in common while im fried,
upon the good lab work of hoffman.
me and jerry get together
and rewrite the songs that never filled the air.
i don't care,
nowhere, i am.
everywhere, you are.
probability dictates that at some
finite point,
nowhere and everywhere converge.
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