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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have this homeless gent named Dan with me tonight, snoring away.
He has the guitar that he tried to murder? Forty-some knife wounds?Any way, he likes our thing, this thing we got.
So I thought fast.
Fewer than 30,000 views, not counting the four I saw tonight.
Osman on Bear's Reach (always a sick video) at the Leap.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfjLrB5h958
The more I see of Dan, the more...
I feel inadequate?
Well, I try, anyway.[Click to View YouTube Video]Don't renew me.
I can't make it without myself.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Fahey at his earliest, more or less.
John Fahey's music saved my life.
Dancing with Death played by John Fahey, RIP.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlqyCfsYjOs
FUNNYSIDE OF LIFE
Hiya, Blind Joe! I see ya...
Yer an old man and so am I.
I got one life...I had three wives.
How many lives does that make?
Two plus an old flame.
The two boys were hers.
The one girl was mine.
Janey Doh,
who was unclaimed by me
makes four.
I was a child of all three gals.
That's five.
What a class!
I'm enjoying being around for the grandkids.
I hope one of them takes after me,
starts in climbing.
That'd be real righteous.
Help me make that happen.
I'll follow and you lead.
I haven't got your moves, though.
But I think I just want to have fun.
Getting up is the good part, not the top.
That's for dessert.
The kid might like to have fun,
With an old fart like me.
With ice cream on top.
And a cherry or strawberry.
and the sun also rose on this pile of t'words
There was an old man from Boston
Who bought himself a new Austin
It had enough room for his ass
And a gallon of gas
And his balls hung out and he lost’em
It's all I can do.
I'm all flamed out.
Hell's an empty Bic.
Hell's an empty ....
The hell of it is
Nothing beats it
Short of dying itself.
You'll go blind, Pud,
If you go and climb
Spank Your Monkey--MCR apron.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Khanom and Vicky the Looker/Lurker...Hoppy NEW YEAR!
Today's the Feast of the Epiphany. Have you any fresh epiphany? We're having a sit-down with Mrs. STewart tomorrow, with some local bakery's cranberry loaf, if we have any left.
And Blue Moon finishes so well with this scrumptious cake!
I got Mr. Dan here again tonight. It's good to have a friend.
I know it's like blowing my horn, I'm such a nice good dude to give a guy a crash...it's just that now I'm not young, so trusting of pals as I was. And the rest of the solioquy is cant.
I can, so I do. All I need to say, except that Dan's a remarkable man.
A stonecutter, having served a ten year apprenticeship and then having a career...all the rest of the story is entertainment and learning, a didactic experience, my raison d'etre.
And he's never heard Mr. Fahey.
Good things abound, Martha, wherever you appear.
Cake?
Want a glass for that beer?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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There was a picture of Lenna on a door-to-door photographer's pony my dad had on the dresser.
Something about this suggests this is her pony for real. She has the outfit. She has the look.
She's been profiled.
Meet Annie Beech.
And HossJulian.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lots of retsina, then lots of rest.
Retinal tests indicate shutting the eyes and more Greek beverage in your diet.
You may go blind, it may cure what ails you, or you may not care.
As the swamp swami told me when I went to see him--I was a young man, too blind to see, too stupid to know I was blind--in the stinking bog of self-concern that I was traversing at that time in my life, for he was at the center of it--and looked just like Millis, come to find out--as the swami told me,
and he said,
"Mouse," he said, "I went on a bling hunt late one night, Mouse. I found this chart. Look at this eye chart, take it with you when you leave, then come back in two weeges and then tell me what you don't see there. Remember, come back in two weeks, and bring me a sixer of Keystone Light. I'd appreciate that, Mouse. I may be able to help you, but only if you follow my instructions. If they haven't got any Keystone Light, I'd be surprised, but I'm OK with Coors. But not the Budweiser stuff."He fell out when I told him. We smoked a doob and drank the Bud Light (they were stoned out of EVERYTHING!) and had some laughs.
I got in the jalopy and drove back to the store, but they were closed, so I just went home and crashed.
There are eight million stories in the ST. This is one.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Viva
Viva
Viva Las Flores
As we travel it, we wonder, is this the King's Road or the real road? Or just an illusion. Only SQUIBOB can say for sure OR perhaps a young e.c., who may or may not be God. I'm checking the Castaneda archive right now.
This guy clearly did not know the way to San Jose - no?
The pump still works, so I guess this goes out to Handel? He was intimate with the Messiah, I believe.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dingus, at first, I thought:
Then my better instinks prevailed and so I sent the photo to Void-land.
I am sooo sorry I could sh#t. I could not hold it in.
I had this happen before, which is the embarrassing thing, really.
Mice and me, we sh#t wherever we go, no matter whose house or which room, no matter the company. We just got no class when it comes to that.
Number two has always been my lucky number; and then number nine.
That adds up to eleven. And that rhymes with heaven.
I'll no doubt disrespect St. Peter and have to down-climb, but what a TR that will make.
Kinda reminds me of a war film. A serious war film.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEdAAd-p0TI
ET, telephone for MisterET.
zElliot on line 4. Mr. zElliot, line 4, the white and beige courtesy phone.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As further emolument to my reverend ideel, DMT, I offer this conciliatory prandial suggestion. The more bacon one enjoys, on a limited basis, the better life seems endurable. Not enjoyable, necessarily; but that is the ideal, certainly.
I salute you and Leggs and the fraternity/sorority of MAN, not the isle, but the lovers of life, and the nay-sayers can keep their chagrin.
Let's drink life to the lees, go take a dump, and come back for more, Otay?
http://www.thepauperedchef.com/2008/07/real-american-b.html
I dare not use this on Lollie's new thread, she'd react. No telling with blondes.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Some don't associate the New Year with resurrection, or new life.
I do. I'm married to that idea.
Fr. Guido, I confess to bing slightly pagan and so forth.
That's all that I'm allowed to say...I'm a roamin' tumbler...a gypsy moth-er...
But let me sing you a little song, too, first,
Hop-skippin' makes me tired anymoreso, eh?
zBrown, I'm invite you to a preside, or you'll get all mellow and we like snarky-malarkey, so just chime on in. I'm on my second bottle of wine, SouthBay, so don't bother the Partisan.
You the impressario music genious, you'd best pick some accordion, cuz we still appreciate da Polacks in our a church.
My eyes lie like opened Doors?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Make me free. Wake me up inside. Light my fire, Otay.
Peter abounds. Peter Left.
Call my name.
But I'm still not there.
Sokolova.
And McKeown ain't in it
cuz rGuido's chasin' South Seas skirt!
Ba-da bing!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9FS1bxaGTg
Spacebo, or placegebo...Teebow?
TO OUR WONDERFUL MOTHER, ANASTASIA!!!!
Out of the blue to you from Momma Mary's robes,
to Ari and his MA, no Enigma, just plain MA!
A late Happy 2014, New Life Lady.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Or is this real live?
Xfiguration #2/OR/ Is this good, Bye?/Wind-up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQJl4i-gK7E
Tthe Winds.
Some might sigh, "The Urals."
Or, "The Chugash."
I would say, "Any old sierra, Nevada."
But I'm not Tom Horn, Little Big Man.
Violent western action to follow.
Avert yer eyes and that of the kid.
[Click to View YouTube Video]That's better! And that'll teach him to Stay Out of the National Parks!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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This is the post a caption section of the thread. Feel free to chime on in all you jackwagoneers (my new vocabulary word o'the day).
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