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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2014 - 02:46pm PT
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He/they/his daughter/his sister came in throughout the back room windows.
then pawned it for a norwegian wedding troll.
I heard some things. Visual proof that I did. Cameras don't tell fibs. Fibbers tell fibs. When cameras are outlawed, only the gov't will have cameras.
Lens pray that never happens.
Vote Bush.
Keep Strawberry embarrassed, cuz I don't think Mr. Donini never been there.
Hey, hey, hey say Ray, thought I'd come up and see ya, eh?
Elbin "Bishop" Band/Hey hey hey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knaO0q00AnU
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2014 - 04:21pm PT
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King James Donini, the fiftieth of that name.
KJ-50.
Bow and Scrape.
Avert your eyes.
Straighten your cod.[Click to View YouTube Video]
"I love how these guys rape the body. if only the heavyweights learned some actual body punches, we'd see more skill fighters, as opposed to the lumbering soviets."--Chinese Boxer
I'm the Exhibitionist. You lookin' at me?
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 21, 2014 - 07:33pm PT
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Mouse, sir,
You lead an interesting, colorful, varied, and highly entertaining life.
And I enjoy your chronicle of it here.
Thank you.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 21, 2014 - 09:01pm PT
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Mille grazie, Mlle. feralfae. I've been meaning to 'do' another city besides Merced, but the place is loded, I'm stuck, in other words, in Lode Eye Candy Country, part of I'll Land Ya...
Mundane, sure. Varied, plenty.
I ran into Jules today. He and I talked many times, now and then, in the used book store. He's a street wanderer, poor as my church relatives, and he's been sick lately, not comprehending what he should say in return to my jabber.
He is, let's say, distracted by something in his head. Jules is from Barcelona, about forty-five. He has always been healthy enough to walk around carrying a cardboard box with him wherever he trucks. Even when he feels normal, though, he's the same dang way. Odd. Odd as a box of whatever is in there today.
Jules is what you call a 'book scout.' He finds treasure at thrifts and may even stop at a yard sale now and then. He is close-mouthed, private, with a wary look in his eyes, and unless you know him, he won't give you the time.
He's photogenic.
He vanishes suddenly
and then you see him.
No pix today.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 21, 2014 - 09:23pm PT
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Whaal, let me help you out there son, though it's not my selfie and/or shadow image, I use it with permission of Alex and it appears to be a photo.
What a droog it is getting old.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 21, 2014 - 09:26pm PT
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My kingdom for a piece of cod (that is not Michele in this one)
This is. I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 21, 2014 - 11:17pm PT
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what the hell is remote linking? and does it differ from local linking?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2014 - 12:14am PT
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"...most of the Nazis seemed to be into cartoons (Adolf Hitler was a big fan of Disney's Snow White, and Adolf Galland, a General of the Luftwaffe and WWII flying ace, had a picture of mickey mouse painted on the side of his aircraft (who appears to have replaced his torso with a soccer ball. Is that a hatchet?)."--CrispyKat
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 22, 2014 - 09:27pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]And this is not even the shank of tonight's evening.
It’s the shank of the evening! But when is that, exactly?
This phrase typically suggests that the night is far from over,
shank being an old word for something straight,
or the tail end of something.
But as the Dictionary of American Regional English notes,
in the South, evening is considered “the time between late afternoon and dusk.”
It's full dark here, but I feel light headed.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Ya know, Vern?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 01:31am PT
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Good night.[Click to View YouTube Video]
DARWIN SCHISM
The devil inside--
let him decide
to be a man
and try
like hell
to overcome
desire.
Every single
desire.
"Hell, it can’t be done, man."
"But what about heaven on earth? Is that too much to ask for?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 01:14pm PT
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If it's on a stick, it still may be kosher. God doesn't do kosher dills, though.
More of a taste for Polski wyrob.http://www.food.com/bb/viewtopic.zsp?t=275168
Pickles.
Sun of Ray on a stick.He loved these melon balls de saucisse on a steek. When Martha S came here during the holidays, this is what I served and she raised her eyebrows. She actually burped!
Now that the holidays are long past, speaking of them, the cookie mice are nice and secure and not liable to get into mischief--they even tried ot ransom Melanie, the ding-a-lings. BUT, I regret to say, Lilabiene and THE Muppet have made their escape, their "bird," and have flown the coop.
We are waiting and waiting and waiting, but no word, no clue, nada.
So I had to build a better mouse trap, and now I have space for that nice window seat that Martha suggested.
So last night's freaky dream was totally black. I remember nothing. I slept for A CHANGE on the top bunk, on a thick foam pad that I kept from the car, where it was used on road trips. I also slept beneathe the Queen's HandieWork, this expensive and delicate and bright dreamcatcher.
Taken from the rear of Red Roadent and placed high above my bunkbed,
at least two feet higher than the top bunk, in the rarefied and warm air.
There, pix dust condenses thought around each particle, they get heavy, and fall--
somewhere over the bunkbed
which is protected
from badness
and madness
and contributes to all
by making my head rest.
O! no
more for us wakefulness,
the blest feathery caress of a vamp named seeleene,
AKA HandMade Goodness.
It was magic like you don't expect:
This is longer than I've ever slept
In sixteen or seventeen months
At one time
In one go.
WE NO
neebee's work is the reason.
We mice slept!!
And rose to counsel the wizard in the penthouse.
It was rousing to go and say
I understand
It's otay
To feel the way you do, stupid American veteran.
That's the best story I've heard today
And I can only say
NO MAS
The store's closed, the vault is shut, locked, and glued.
Stick it.
Where don't the moon shine still?--Roget Miller
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 01:36pm PT
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Fire away, Harpo.
You're on Oprah next.
U NO what Oprah gonna say?[Click to View YouTube Video]"Watch this good footage from MY SPECIAL FRIEND."
(Pay attention at 2:30 and keep the fire extinguisher at hand if you try this at home; and can you tell me how it is that one woman can have only SPECIAL friends, not just quotidian pals?)
Martha really killed me when she asked for some more. She isn't all that, you know...
She said she'd come back when her time allowed and I got another ride.We'll see about that.
[Click to View YouTube Video]JUST ONE COUNTRY SONG, MICK! PLEASE CAN WE HAVE SOME MORE?
They ain't country, they ain't rock, they're the STones.
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