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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Oct 29, 2013 - 01:18pm PT
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Man, that's one big, Herbert!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Oct 31, 2013 - 08:10pm PT
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Well Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
In the fight the followed
He laid that deputy down
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 31, 2013 - 08:35pm PT
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Noah's critters.
Job's daughters.
Jehovah's witnesses.
McNamara's band.
Tuba twos days at the zoo.
Tunite's there's day.
I'm so not there.
My best friends are a burdon unto me.
Say, zBrown's hosses could not eat there hay.
No sh#t, these hosses blended into the meadow I didn't realize they were about! The brown and the black showed, then the next two browns, and I hustled away from there.
I thought I was having an angler's nightmare.
Black bass?
Brown trout?
Brown Bess?
They shoot hosses, and all I remember about them is from the late sixties and how Sybil Shepherd got her name.
And re-runs of Alfred Hitch-C*#k movies.
A little bird told me:
[Click to View YouTube Video]In so many notes.
It wasn't a dove.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Just logging in. Sometimes it's a great notion. Who's the suit?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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The suit probably wants to remain anonymous, being as how he appears to be presiding over what appears to be the first recorded instance of death by tree jaws.
Could be the notorious Judge Dread. Just don't judge him by his shoes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As they promised in Leap of Faith,
MIRACLES AND WONDER!!!!
I was just this morning thinking of Judge Dred, the Stallone icon. And the Drudge Report, not that I've ever looked at it. But my boss at the 2000 US Census read it every day when he got to the office.
"I can smell trouble like sh#t on a grill."
"I never knew a problem a little Chuck Berry couldn't fix....Well, life's too short to go without music."
"She wants me."
"A woman is like a slingshot, the greater the resistance..."
"You wake up really itchy...I'll have the KKK omelet...whites only."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's right, NO cigars.
Ash tree.
Smoke tree.
Teleme tree.
I just need psychia tree.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Random mule.
Random placement.
Random number.
Random crack, 5.9+.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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She knows what you want, but I know what you need.
Been building a tent with a plywood floor to put all our junk in (well, not that junk), before we finally throw it/give it away. Sissy-fuss!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Not 'Berkeley enough.'
"It hasta be Cragmont."
And I climbed 5.10 along with my English Breakfast back then, too...
It was a miracle I made it up Midterm. Berkeley's a rough school, surprisingly. A bear of a place, in fact.
Pratt fled.
I fled.
The only ones who didn't are the Left Behinds.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Bruce, an outlaw,
Chula Vista knew him well.
So, he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in California
Was added to his name.
The way I hear, he walked them by his self.
Not wood, not ceramic, cell-u-lloyd
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Brother Mike relayed this vintage photo and the story.
Our family owned land in Delta along the river for years.
The Vollmers, store owners there, were our kin.
Outlawry is a rewarding business.
Until you get caught.
Blake Barth, highwayman, poularly known back in the day as "Bowles of Chile," was acknowledged as one of the best of the outlaws who wrote poems.
He had spent time with Paulownia No Rudder, a not-so-famous Patagonian fishing guide and shaman who made his home in Tierra del Fuego.
Of course, the other highwayman, Black Bart, got the ink!
Charles Bowles, like many of his contemporaries, read "dime novel"–style serial adventure stories which appeared in local newspapers. In the early 1870s, the Sacramento Union ran a story called The Case of Summerfield by Caxton (a pseudonym of William Henry Rhodes). In the story, the villain dressed in black and had long unruly black hair, a large black beard, and wild grey eyes. The villain robbed Wells Fargo stagecoaches and brought great fear into those who were unlucky enough to cross him. The character's name was Black Bart.
Bowles may have read the Sacramento Union story. He told a Wells Fargo detective that the name popped into his head when he was writing the first poem and he used it.
Bowles left only two authenticated verses. The first was at the scene of the August 3, 1877, holdup on a stage traveling from Point Arena to Duncan's Mills:
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches.
—Black Bart, 1877
The second verse was left at the site of his July 25, 1878, holdup of a stage traveling from Quincy to Oroville. It read:
Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I'll try it on,
My condition can't be worse;
And if there's money in that box
'Tis munny in my purse.
—Black Bart
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It is All Saints' Day.
I am obliged to go to mass as a Catholic.
How "Golgothic."
(Golgotha, or Mt. Calvary, is so named because it is "the place of the skull.")
No fingers, neebee.
Just the center of the hand.
Thank you, Jesus. Seriously.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Yes, as through the forum he wandered
He saw the strangest women and funny men
Some, masters of the six-gun,
Some can't work a fountain pen.
Be vigilant
Don't believe hoss-sheeeit
Pray for something, even if it's only surf
Don't tread on the children of the corn, or any children
Remember, money can't buy you love
Love your neighbor as yourself
Get over it, if you can
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Walking the pre-dawn.
Treading the wet lawn.
Wishing for days gone.
And on. And on.
So on top we stop.
The cross goes DROP!
Then nails are applied:
The Son of Man has died;
And then the New Day.
Jesus not just a pawn.
He's since had His nails done;
Though His new robe is prete a porter.
No time for a Jewish mom's worry
And concern over proper raiment,
For God has received His
One and Only Payment.
Master Card.
Priceless.
In keeping with traditional concerns for the spectrum of thought,
belief, and style:
U2/Lemon (Perfecto mix)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFWk18abWWA&list=PL9CA1CCB6E30644D0
It's Yellow Friday.
Black and White is a thing of the past, like last Monday's laundry.
New Blue Cheer.
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Same as the Old Blue Cheer, simply more oxymoron involved.
Bony Moronie, anyone?
Told her momma and her poppa, too: An Apple a Day.
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"Live Better Electrically."--PG & E slogan from the sixties
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I contend that one can live better numismatic-style, with lots and lots and lots and lots of coin.
But too much Heavy Metal is a bad thing.
There were scarcities of various metals during the War to Save the World from Bratwurst, didja know?
The Govern Mint took that problem and solved it, but not without a lot of help from northern friends--Thank you and merci, Canada.
http://voices.yahoo.com/silver-nickels-steel-cents-replaced-regular-us-423957.html
They never shut down during military conflicts because of money problems, but only in peacetime.
Pols are not miracle workers, just opportunists.
The real spirit of America is beyond their reach.
In God we must trust.
Says so on the money.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Could be the notorious Judge Dread. Just don't judge him by his shoes.
You can tell a lot about a climber by looking at his shoes.
Two feet. One left. One right.
Likes colors. Likes BRIGHT colors.
Knows a word or two of the french language. RD, PA, par example.
Can tie his overhand knots.
Probably does little aid.
Has a certain size of foot.
Climbs a little bit. Or they are new shoes. Or he just uses the hell out of the shoes, which is what I would hope.
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