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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 28, 2018 - 08:44am PT
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Kind of rapid?
@ 29:00 the dang editing gets downright frenetic.
Keeping up with the sound track, I guess, which was overall good.
As a selfie, this is pretty 'next level,' IMO.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Dec 28, 2018 - 09:31am PT
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t`would be the catch-all for it all t`was the cat-box
 not a danger zone for most in the hall,
+If'm that ring of fire suits you to a tee?
me thinks itz
better -the meow, to say"hey fella, what're ya soused?
get out a there"-
than to have stubbled schnoz 1st into a ring that burns
ha?
do you recognize it?
if not the trix is to see where it was that It was last posted
chck'it, mfm, you can't go back....from that
Z, aside*,
we all go off the rails from time to time and short of homicide....There should be no need for immolation in the re-masterwhat a disaster!
depending on which side you see it from
see the clearing - not the deep woods
A Merry Merry to all
And too to all who would be well
All the light and love that carries health & healing
All the best wishes to you and yurenz,
To Allz you's, too,
that have taken care
to have taken care
to see after all those who might be in distress
Again it took days for me to see
thnx, in all we trust, no mess no fuss
As for now that I see it
the re=
Thanks I'll take it
As it is a gift from you Brutha!
be kind to Brook - eh?
he is a real schnook
& in his woodland ways
I spy another of those, that Like lockers bane,
hear it, but can't decipher it.
So `a time or 2 stray past the fence - the line
from what's beyond the pale to say here or anywhere
he gets it, still happily pops-off.
And, just as happily, can be asked.
in its place, true grace - deserving of more grace.
great to hear & so too to say
Hey Pops,
thats the labour that is tops!
but still needs we all do . . .
needs to hearit again and again
Luv Ya too, Brutha!
&
* zB, Ive been reading up.
sweet pie! - thatz an 'ell ofa rhyde!
a rollercoaster off the rails
Cedars-Sinai? if not . . . please.....
see the man, as best the best can,
check that the residuals are not worse than the cure?
it is greek to me.
I'll keep reading.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Dec 28, 2018 - 10:01am PT
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errors that abound confound
Almost positive I've posted that Drug Store Truck Driven Man?
Traffic ~ '94 + yoigBeartoo
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Chop Chopping the chicken `n goods for dinner...
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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 - Dec 28, 2018 - 04:20pm PT
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I was basking on the porch enjoying a pipe of blue dream,
thinking about the last year in a retrospective way.
It has been a strange journey and here I am on a porch in the weak winter sun,
feeling safe and secure once more.
And I'm wonderin' about the finger of fate, the fickleness therof,
and the words from The Last Kingdom popped into my head:
"Wyrd bið ful aræd" which means Fate is Inexorable.
I was thinking about a pictorial retrospective of sorts, but then realized it's all here on my back pages already.
https://www.reddit.com/r/TheLastKingdom/comments/6cl10m/does_anyone_else_dislike_uhtreds_catch_phrase_in/
pregnantbitchthatUR - 2 points
1 year ago
Personally I'd prefer "I like to kill people"
My Back Pages
Bob Dylan
Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon, " said I, proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "rip down all hate, " I screamed
Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
Girls' faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy
To memorizing politics of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now
A self-ordained professor's tongue too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school
"Equality, " I spoke the word as if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now
This is all by way of having an excuse to play what's been runnin' through my head all day long today.
[Click to View YouTube Video]But it's all right.
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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 - Dec 28, 2018 - 05:05pm PT
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“The only way to smash this racket is to conscript capital and industry and labor before the nations manhood can be conscripted.”
--Gen. Smedley Butler
What would Richard Overton say?
My guess is, "I'll drink to that, General."
[Click to View YouTube Video]
My compliments to the Toker Villain. Sicc'em, boy.
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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 - Dec 28, 2018 - 06:52pm PT
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for neebee, the conscientious card counter
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Dec 28, 2018 - 07:16pm PT
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Must be a BobFest
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
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neebee
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calif/texas
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Dec 28, 2018 - 07:19pm PT
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hey there say, oh my... mouse! richard overton died... :(
i enjoyed seeing him, on a few film clips...
i really did look forward to seeing him, this year, on one, too...
:(
my condolences to his family and loves ones...
he had a nice way of sharing his life, with folks...
awww.. the kitten card was cute from that angle...
say, hope you are making paper surprises for the folks of merced...
to make your 'town jaunts', and visits, extra fun...
:)
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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 - Dec 28, 2018 - 07:52pm PT
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STEAL THIS BEWK
It's perhaps fitting that I write this introduction in jail- that graduate school of
survival. Here you learn how to use toothpaste as glue, fashion a shiv out of a
spoon and build intricate communication networks. Here too, you learn the only
rehabilitation possible-hatred of oppression.
Steal This Book is, in a way, a manual of survival in the prison that is Amerika. It
preaches jailbreak. It shows you where exactly how to place the dynamite that
will destroy the walls. The first section-SURVIVE maps out a potential action
program for our new Nation. The chapter headings spell out the demands for a
free society. A community where the technology produces goods and services for
whoever needs them, come who may. It calls on the Robin Hoods of Santa
Barbara Forest to steal from the robber barons who own the castles of
capitalism. It implies that the reader already is "ideologically set," in that he
understands corporate feudalism as the only robbery worthy of being called
"crime," for it is committed against the people as a whole. Whether the ways it
describes to rip-off sh#t are legal or illegal is irrelevant. The dictionary of law is
written by the bosses of order. Our moral dictionary says no heisting from each
other. To steal from a brother or sister is evil. To not steal from the institutions
that are the pillars of the Pig Empire is equally immoral.
Community within our Nation, chaos in theirs; that is the message of SURVIVE!
We cannot survive without learning to fight and that is the lesson in the second
section. FIGHT! separates revolutionaries from outlaws. The purpose of part two
is not to f*#k the system, but destroy it. The weapons are carefully chosen. They
are "home-made," in that they are designed for use in our unique electronic
jungle. Here the uptown reviewer will find ample proof of our "violent" nature. But
again, the dictionary of law fails us. Murder in a uniform is heroic, in a costume it
is a crime. False advertisements win awards, forgers end up in jail. Inflated prices
guarantee large profits while shoplifters are punished. Politicians conspire to
create police riots and the victims are convicted in the courts. Students are
gunned down and then indicted by suburban grand juries as the trouble-makers.
A modern, highly mechanized army travels 9,000 miles to commit genocide
against a small nation of great vision and then accuses its people of aggression.
Slumlords allow rats to maim children and then complain of violence in the
streets. Everything is topsy-turvy. If we internalize the language and imagery of
the pigs, we will forever be f*#ked. Let me illustrate the point. Amerika was built
on the slaughter of a people. That is its history. For years we watched movie
after movie that demonstrated the white man's benevolence. Jimmy Stewart, the
epitome of fairness, puts his arm around Cochise and tells how the Indians and
the whites can live in peace if only both sides will be reasonable, responsible and
rational (the three R's imperialists always teach the "natives"). "You will find good
grazing land on the other side of the mountain," drawls the public relations man.
"Take your people and go in peace." Cochise as well as millions of youngsters in
the balcony of learning, were being dealt off the bottom of the deck. The Indians
should have offed Jimmy Stewart in every picture and we should have cheered
ourselves hoarse. Until we understand the nature of institutional violence and
how it manipulates values and mores to maintain the power of the few, we will
forever be imprisoned in the caves of ignorance. When we conclude that bank
robbers rather than bankers should be the trustees of the universities, then we
begin to think clearly. When we see the Army Mathematics Research and
Development Center and the Bank of Amerika as cesspools of violence, filling
the minds of our young with hatred, turning one against another, then we begin to
think revolutionary.
--Abbie Hoffman
Peace, y'all.
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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 - Dec 29, 2018 - 04:42am PT
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Wouldn't you like one of my tangerines?Too late, I ate 'em all.
So now I feel like a Digger.
I may grab some more if I go walking that direction again.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 29, 2018 - 04:46am PT
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Sorry, I'm still chewing on whatever happened to my paperback copy of the Yippie manifesto, I hope that my sister stole it....
not that Ive spokekn to him in 20 years but J Middendorf, Duce(y)
Is still a stellar human being.
& on the other waste of time that drew me in, the place and the nature of the climbing favors taller climbers. If the dumb database has it's sway,
my legacy of having onsighted 5.12 will go away.
HMM?
the last time I did pole cat antics 'round here . . . I also didn't have my glasses on then (IIRC?)
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it did not end well.
so
as much as Ive a bucket load of mopped up sump water to spew about the crime syndicate that has overrun our country's government, I will pass on making any comments until later.
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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 - Dec 29, 2018 - 04:52am PT
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BASTARD!
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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 - Dec 29, 2018 - 05:09am 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 - Dec 29, 2018 - 05:57am PT
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Shots from the center.
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