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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Feb 14, 2019 - 01:32am PT
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At just under 6 minutes it has to be a great song!
And even then, still to long
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it makes me creezy
I'm so close to goin' crazy
legal don't mean nuttin'
wont be able to
dare aint no cake fo' No
SHATTER BONE
ok I'll admit
I'll just sit in the corner and cry
can't aforg this can't a fog that
Shatter infuzzed?
whdda da heck idz dat?
took it out
then I put it back
8 minutes?
It's way too long
Also too long for a bouldering video
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{{Things that go away confound, I to saw then did'nt see Then mfm, changed something? as per a back channel request, from TTR who we are to now at least recognize as TA,& chips & salsa-ndy is neeter in New Jersey I'm trying to keep up here, I won't be taking notes though Zb prefers zB I know
Iknow what time it is}}Zing gotta go
'K, I need some other than myself to tell the ant, aunt of punk nihilists- that aint no pink - it is unreasonable I think but I know,,, to get one psycho YoJokner under the scrutiny of what ever powers that be, Placed this carefully in Gnomish most deep deepest Garbblespeak, U-I gno who can do do decode and fix that choad Snaphotosnocounthat go away
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Feb 14, 2019 - 07:29am PT
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mane malum de poetica
Awoke to a raging storm this morn
went outside
The dogs wouldn’t follow
but tried to hide went back inside
I looked at them
and as they cowed the winds howled
Saw a cloud like Moby Dick
made me sick
It blew it towards me mouth agape
wider wider grew the shape
Then all went black
dreamed that I watched Caddyshack
They said a tree branch struck my head
thought I was dead
The storm had calmed
like nature’s balm
heard some news about a flood
touched my head and felt warm blood
The animals walked and went into
a massive ark two by two
took my mate and joined the crew
they laughed called me Noah too
No crown of thorn I woke this morn
just Thor’s hammer sans the glamour
-bushman
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Feb 14, 2019 - 08:37am PT
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(Here Too, but a worse-every step, every box, everything is coated in an inch of ice over thin corn snow)
foc this
Warning #1
A sort of a Valentines, Saints be saved
And
(Girls? just look away there is no rhyme or reason)
(Girls . . . I'm sorry, there will be no me gettin' laid)
Warning #2
unrepentant and unforgivable still I ask you all to love me
Bikers Only
WARNING # 3
The return of No Me,
that rude degenerate,
who's vernacular and use of foul language
Leaves no stone un-coated with the spray
Do not read or play in the presence of any
better turned out choir boys,
or of loved ones who might be offended
now to go wash my own mouth out
Up on all cons Sider not the meaning of Fox
My dog was held in a box,
My dog was not ever wox'd
My dog goes from softly snoring
To loudly house on fire barking
sounding at 4 am for foc's sake!
or just a few minutes after
when the Fox cuts through the yard
My day every day sleep or nox
starts at 5, unless, sleepless
if im really dox'd
that turns intu a pee at five thirty
If thats the case, i'm running late
Fux`d!
From coast to coast
February has historically been
Rough
Two days warning
For today's weather when by today I mean two days ago
oh man,
It's not any more confusing than the liar & thief that got elected
the lasting conditions now are fowl foul
Happy Valentines day to all
Truer done gotten some of the worst kinda weather here too
First, there was four inches of heavy wet white sky sweat
that came in starting after noon
it soon warmed up as the sun,
remember that, the sun?!
as it near setting
Rays peak through the cloud cover
shone through low at the shoulders
just an edge of it
-as it was four twenty
Thus the set was due and came
freezing all the wet
Then the winds kicked up
The storm set in
in earnest,
it was to be a nor'easter,
There is just no other way to describe it
A thing you Cali chicks would need a
Miney Strone for
And still, be frozen stiff
it is what a nor'easter do
freezes everything in that glaze
as if the power were to turn
its freezing gaze upon the land
The coating of white is thin,
frozen tracks release shards that then go sledding
Like a child floating sticks in a swift crick but instead,
crystal gems of frozen
go skittering down the hillsides
yards have slip'n trip-ya frozen footprints
in place of shovellable trails
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No Box of Chocolate, or Choxlate
but hey you can tell
I tried,
emoji; laughing so hard that tears show 🌹💖🎁🤣🔥
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 14, 2019 - 10:21am PT
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Signore Minestrone_Master:
NOT that I am following Timid Andy (can we call him tA) around, butt I am hear to tell ya that I re-second his emotion.
Eat those ground up Organic Orange Peels too. I do not swear all that much anymore, but I swear by them.
Don't throw out the oranges themselves, they're good too.
The music. Well it never stopped, did it_?_.
Noontime, and I'm still pushing myself along the road, the darkest part
Into the narrow lanes, I can't stumble or stay put
Someone else is speaking with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 14, 2019 - 12:00pm PT
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Infamous String Dusters and Company?
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"He's Gone," as originally written, referred to the disappearance of Mickey Hart's father, Lenny Hart, who was acting as the band's manager, with a good deal of money. Since then, the song has become riddled with meaning, played often quite tenderly when someone close to the band dies.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 14, 2019 - 01:10pm PT
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try to make out the import of what I had to say under Charlie Brown.
I out Clown, but give name to one who is a probable harasser.
As I am in the zone regionally, of the suspect, I'm unwilling to poke the psycho.
& no more willing to be more direct tell Happy
I tried to take some snapshots that show the icy glaze.
I'LL try to post them soonShout Out
[Click to View YouTube Video]Call`n Bevin!
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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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 03:47pm 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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 03:50pm 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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 03:55pm 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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 04:00pm PT
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There was a ton of rain all at once, no longer than fifteen minutes, this noon. I was eating Chinese, which taste surprisingly like chicken.
The roof sounded like it was being beaten to death. I asked for more water. Then I walked down to have coffee at Joe's and in walk Vern and Dawn. I came back later to see the rise, but there hadn't been enough rain for long enough to make the creek higher, only muddier and with more things floating downstream.The fence in the back yard of my friend Alan's has been down since the last big wind. It's his landlord's old boat and Tohota.
Next door neighbor's shack is now exposed and it's ugly as sin.
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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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 04:46pm PT
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Going from wet to dry.
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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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 05:45pm 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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 05:47pm PT
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Photos by Jim S. and enhanced from my EBMC TR.
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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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 05:59pm 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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 06:03pm 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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 06:10pm 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 - Feb 14, 2019 - 06:13pm PT
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And back to wetness.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 14, 2019 - 06:17pm PT
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What year?
I like it for two reasons
1. I recognize one of the guys
2. A secret
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 14, 2019 - 08:03pm PT
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A PROVED A CONS UMPTION TRIP-WITHY GUMPTION DA`GNOME
I felt my way, I'd rode my beam held fast,
while letting go, taken by the stream
Vibing it...at one with
And standing in, being the light
my way now since childhood
trying by the bus 1st
that's always been my best shot
This time it feels off
seems strange I had no favors to offer
then one of the women from "I'm with her"
came out a door that was ten feet to my left
went to the bus and checked it
it wasn;t locked, I'd of never check'd it
She pulled what seemed to be a Peezy Amp
from the sorage locker in the side of the bus
She was freaked out by my presence
it was nearly my undoing.
A security grey-beard huffy
wanted me to leave,
I was parked next to the bus
And had to take off out from there
now it was very late to park
I had checked earlier, & changed up
once already.
the good spots were blocked by small cones
all the legitimate parking was sure to be taken
I left the entire venue, that sits next to the cop shop,
alone together on a hillside.
at the base of the hill, at the stop sign
I turned back went to the front entrance
I saw that the space I'd taken 1st was now blocked,
but there was a sorts of parking
plenty of "No Parking" room in the dark.
I pulled over into "not a parking space"
turned off the silent electric car
That had made this below freezing mission; cake
taking advantage of the now on time crowd,
Who had not wanted to pay for a beer tasting
being held by Two Roads Brewing before the show
I just shuffled in past the ticket takers
There would still be ushers at every door
I stopped by one of the five beer tables,
Expressway, A yummy Coffee Stout unpopular?!
I was Lucking out!
The table was filled with full dixie cups
That were just going to be thrown out
We had that, at least, in common.
The lights dimmed once, the sign that it was show time
The shuffle to the doors of the 341*! seats was underway
Could I still go invisible?
It's a trick & one can never tell if it will work before one tries it;
You can't see yourself to tell if anyone else can see you too
So full stop
Try to picture this
I'm short fat & pushing 60
I've been shooting Dixie cups Of Coffee Stout
The second dimming of the lights has just happened
Everybody in the lobby has some place to be, except for me,
I go invisible, I'm tellin' ya- how else could it be?
I walk past two ushers and look to the dark corners for the "obstructed seats"
A joke this place is tiny
Damn, the girls in pairs of a certain age
And the die-hard fans have a monopoly, one couple is kissing
I have less than a few minutes, so I slide into the prime.
Center seat center orchestra, my heart might just go pop.
The beautiful young women of the couple next to me leans away
and says to her date, "he doesn't look well" then turns to me
"Are you alright?" she asks, and smiles so sweetly, I think of my daughter
An Altiod mixed with adrenaline has turned me a gray shade of green,
it has nothing to do with the beer, I hope,
but there is a churning in my stomach
Its a moment every scammer has to feel,
Tell your truth for providence to save you
Or for providence to drum you out; Duely
I've got the gift, I rap slow with confidence
A Robbin Williams type wit, I might just have a heart attack
I don't say that, I tell it though, I'm old enough to be her dad,
Ive snuck in to see the opening act, "do you know who Billy Strings Is?"
No, she has never heard of him
but a sister of one of them said he was worth seeing.
I have a promotional sheet, not the program or Playbill
"He's covered in icky tattoos, Apostol Records is the 27yr olds record company"
originally from Muir, 40 miles east of Grand Rapids Michigan.
He's a child prodigy, Let me gush about Billy, as he takes the stage.
She's not going to narc me out
I settle in as some in the crowd yell out
Unable to resist I hear myself, that climbers' booming voice
Oh my god, Its Billy Strings, You're on belay Dude!
Five songs in, at a break I get an itch and tap the scoliosis victim sitting
in front of "my young couple" and ask,"Is this Seat taken?"
Going invisible again, near sixty years old-spry, I step over
into the seat and die, there is a tall guy now blocking my view
With in two bars of the song startin'
an usher shows 2 late for the 1st act ticket holders
to the seats I'd been sitting in'
Billy plays I could. I may recite his rap.
At 8 or 9 songs in he says "I'm gonna play one more"
My queue, the magic thinning, it best for me to . . .
Excuse me, I'm sorry, No, yes, I've got to, thank you
thank you, excuse me I've got to go.
The car is as I left it, Unlocked, a window cracked open too
As if I'm picking up or dropping off.
As if waiting, not parked, not in a fire lane,
but next to a blocked parking space.
I'm out of the speed trap town, walking in my door at 9pm
in time for the 9:30 bed time
- Had I stayed, this appears to have been Filmed from Row 'M' or 'N', well behind where i'd sat**!*!**[Click to View YouTube Video]What a Show!
I didn't get to hear it if he played it.
Seems like it is his standard encore
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