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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Feb 25, 2016 - 01:19pm PT
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When we met, Coz's spelling was atrocious,
but his appetite for new routes in JTree was ferocious,
We were young and precocious, At naming routs we were solicitous
It soon became a neurosis, that was defined by names both vulgar and sublime
We never got climb or name one supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Feb 25, 2016 - 03:19pm PT
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I, just saw a friend who doesn't know that I'm his friend just yet,
His eyes & mouth were widely open, & his jaw was set,
Like he'd fell off a cliff and hadn't hit the bottom yet
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Wish he wouldn't pull those type of things on me with out a net,
I had him up to the house one time. We were having a real good time,. . .
Saddle In The Rain, John Prine
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Feb 25, 2016 - 03:29pm PT
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Chim Chiminy J-Tree
Chim chiminy chim chiminy chim chim cheree
I think I saw Gnome and Coz down at J-Tree
Chim chiminy chim chiminy chim chim cheree
But there I saw lots of things you couldn't see
Between Churros and rattlers I was busy as could be
When I wasn't climbing my mind would be free
'Til I saw Mescalito was smiling at me
Chim chiminy chim chiminy chim chim cheree
For there I saw lots of things you couldn't see...
-bushman
01/25/2016
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Feb 25, 2016 - 04:31pm PT
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The Rarity of Being
This spare and brief existence
as fleeting as is time
Holding me to earth
an attraction I find
Gravely as gravity
and as gravely as the grave
No other sure reality
to go beyond or save
As if there were some otherworldly
world up in the sky
To capture of our essence
and transporting you and I
Beyond conjecture
Beyond fantasy
Beyond transcendence
and all hope
There is nothing I should wish
as much as presence to just be
Among family and friends
with the fortitude to cope
With another day of living
and awareness of the chance
That life appears both minuscule
and wonderfully
As wondrous as the butterfly in dance
Each breath that we take
Every beating of our heart
The solitary microseconds
separate and apart
Are moments I can't comprehend
or navigate the ways
Through miasmas of un-certitude
nor something to rehearse
As I plot my destination
through the fabric of the maze
I'm testing my acceptance
with no expectations
To find purpose in my world
through the stars I nightly gaze
It's the riddle to unlock
as ephemeral as the haze
The unlocked mystery
of the rarity of being
How impermanent and temporary
life has become
But immutable is the hope
and the love that we've shared
And all the rapt memories
of those that I love
Resounding through it all
they're all that's left of me
-bushman
02/25/2016
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 25, 2016 - 04:34pm PT
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I was wondering the same thing.
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Feb 25, 2016 - 04:40pm PT
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Come out come out wherever you are
House Brown Mouse
Wherever wherever you are
We hope you're ok
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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 25, 2016 - 08:24pm PT
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The unlocked mystery
of the rarity of being
How impermanent and temporary
life has been at times...
and at other times
when we thought we might live forever.
hiatus
noun
a pause or gap in a sequence, series, or process.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 25, 2016 - 08:48pm PT
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Now, I'm not one
To
Not go overboard
I do go past the line
With regularity
To the VW effect that I often can cover the truth of my off putting output
Output, that often while tripping the light fandango is past the lime light
Past what today's squirm ers consider correct in the parlance, of today's
level of politically correct behavior,my own parlance,
To much of everything is just enough
or
da more is jusd not enough, unless it is gone to far
At this I would keep on AT, but I'm witless at least,
most of the time - and time is running out.
Not that I have a crystal ball mine is a cut geo hydron, or three-dimensional hex-a-gone.
The fact is that the power-cord that supplies the thing I'm tapping on has given up the ghost
So now has it's % of charge as its last until a new cord can be acquired .....
That means that careful rationing is called for
I went to see on Mp that a fool child thinks that Ronstadt no Ron Andersons , not
being in evidence here and the tongue n' cheek name of a memorial named crag the only thing needed to call him passed, Burchy , and to a greater extant Fish disem -burpped
The dishwater, thinker of his mis guided honking .
I'm now down to the wire of my self induced power ration, 70%- 69% with corrections
See , I've gone to far.....
bye for tonight
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Feb 25, 2016 - 10:22pm PT
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Hanging down in Old Mexico
I wanted to jug the gold line
But Rich said whoa
No you don’t, Tim
No
An A3 corner thusly nailed
The bivy was a sloping pain
For hammocks
Oh
Grainy golden brown and tan
A friendship began
In JT ran to Mexico
So
Sunlit peanut brickle dihedral
And crispy quesadillas holds
Oh we were rightly
Told
A friendship built on granite holds
In more ways under winter sun
Down in old Mexico
Gold
We don’t forget
We won’t forget
What tequila did for us back then
Bro
-Bushman
February 2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Feb 26, 2016 - 05:29am PT
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One for Blue Gus Then...
The Blue Gus Chimney
as a child with a missing dad, your mum came upon my stand, she was only looking to prepare
you for your father.
I was not that much older than you and was not interested in you.
As a boy with blue hair and lost - expelled from school I did not care either.
I saw a buck and a half, a means back to the Valley.
other delinquents would appear out of that mist,
and together we embarked on adult hood
growing on up with all the pain to be understood
Then it was a long year that past for stealing cars and whatever.
you could have asked you stupid gitt, but youth don't play that...
Upon that canvass was washed my move, your step-dads trifle,
and your real dads arrival.
it was a return for your mother, built in dreams of a sunny future,
so off to Los Gattos you went and we never climbed again,
Where is that boy?
I've never known
I schooled you well,
and but for the one visit,
when you let the dogs out
Ive never heard of you again ,
I had a great time Gustave,
and It turns out now looking back,
You and your mother were the big pieces
to my puzzle, give her a kiss on the forehead
She tried to love that angry you, I saw you change and regret
The dogs doing what dogs do, I hope the world got kinder to all of you.
My time with all of you now stands out,
stands at the pinnacle....
although, it is true you never climbed that with me,
another lurking here? did and she deserves a big mention too.
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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 26, 2016 - 10:58am PT
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Goin' Up the Country was immensely popular in the sixties after the Canned Heat came along.
I believe that the Blind Owl lived around Takoma Park, MD, a haunt of another blues-recording collector, Mr. John Fahey, and his friend Mr. Anthony Flea.
Nancy McClean (flute) & John Fahey / Lewisdale Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYWI8poz-GE
Not Mexicali, and not Calexico--
Old Mexico is where you wanna grow.[Click to View YouTube Video]Take Lewisdale Highway to SR 420, turn left and don't stop till you're in Sonora.
[Click to View YouTube Video]For all those suffering from typhoid and dysentery.
Or from terminal "bad hair day."
"Mr. President, Mexico City awaits you. Hail Trumpus Rex!"[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Feb 26, 2016 - 11:08am PT
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THE SAME IN FLAMES
A Hole in the Bank
NAWWAIMEAN
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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 26, 2016 - 11:55am 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 26, 2016 - 05:26pm PT
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Supertopo, I Love Your Way
See the USA
From your etriers
Keep the doc away
With a photo a day
Climb some ice today
Visit Jim in Ouray
Where'd you learn to spray?
Supertopo, eh.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Feb 26, 2016 - 05:31pm PT
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a set of stairs worth descending No small bath in a tea cup?[2]try? extra large double sided walk in tub is more apt a description, bath for the moment
wha wha-/-/
when it won't flow and there is no tow to toe, if it is not to be
I should just leave off and lets see... I had found a mona Lisa in a tea cup
did you see it?
was to small a thumb nail really,
so it, that pic, did not fit, it was for shjt, lookout the base Don't look at it , . . .
it is in the face the resemblance ? ( the top crop is balanced ) i don't see it neither
ya know not the djit
This is La jit allegro or some Sh`#T
so is this,
did you see IT?
why bodies a critic
wait it is stuck as happens
seeds 'n stems - stems 'n seeds
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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 26, 2016 - 05:54pm PT
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Too Sensitive
Your melting page of words
Like a chamber pot with turds
Like a nest full of dead birds
Brings a sickly smile to my face
The early spring pronouns are
Followed by the clouds of annyoying black gerunds,
the verbs and proverbs of summer,
and the clauses of deepest winter,
filled with fluff and nothing of merit.
The year revolves like the huge dictionary
on the lazy Susan
on teacher's desk,
Still un-rhymed,
still not being fully understood,
mostly because of a lack of communication.
Twenty sixteen...
Know what I mean?
So it's not four twenty...
Don't be "....."
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Feb 26, 2016 - 06:50pm PT
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Doobie Doobie Do
Doobie doobie don't
Doobie doobie do
Like all the things before me
That were making me feel blue
Can't talk no more 'bout politics
No it's nothin' I wanna do
Doobie doobie don't
Doobie doobie do
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Feb 26, 2016 - 07:20pm PT
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Same year as that illusive airplane crash. Tom is someone I should have met, but I guess I had moved on by then. Four years is a long time when you're a teen ager.
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