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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 - Apr 12, 2016 - 07:10pm PT
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The Fourth. Merced High School colors, 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 - Apr 12, 2016 - 09:54pm PT
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From reject to All-Star in how many years?
Bushman, the perfect Flames candidate, bleating to you from the sheep pen, not the bull pen.
zBrown seems to have that stinky-ass, manure-filled, fly-ridden mess under control in another thread.
My Rejection Letter
Crestfallen, I retreated yesterday to my musty greenhouse sauna to baste as sweat soaked the waves of grief washed over my thick hide. Compounded by the awareness of nauseatingly revolting fumes from the adjacent dogs sh#t bucket, I could only think back fondly of my tenure there and the memories of all those years ago amongst the cactuses and yuccas along the gritty sun burnt trails of J Tree land.
Fond memories of huge puss glistened jamming scabs from the wide cracks of that place filled my mind. There was once the time I drove into Hidden Valley, after breaking up again with a Riverside girl I once was in love with, and en-route had ingested a huge quantity of shrooms which were cooking in my brain. I had sat there alone for uncounted hours devoid of all but my wayward spirit to guide me, when the regulars found me I was in an alarming agitated state, and many beers were required to calm me before a midnight run through the desert tired me enough to finally sleep.
Did I not become worthy the time the iron door cave was barred from outside for several hours to prevent my escape? Did not those spluttered bleatings of yore haunt my every dream to humble the tragic man child I once was? Or was it the latent domesticity that finally hobbled me, and removed all hope of initiation into their irreverent adolescent tribe?
But alas as the rejection letter signed by none other than Sheepnonymous fell to the gravelly floor of my pungent perspiration den, I finally understood I would never be eligible for membership to that shallowed crowd. It wasn't that my resume of drunkenness and debauchery were not low enough, nor were my transgressions against the brave and the bold not more than shameful. And my meager climbing skills were clearly of no merit.
There it was, bald faced and obvious. I held up the rejection letter in my grimy claw, and read again, "This reply is to inform you membership to the Sheep Buggerers is not considered due to the fact we've never heard of you...bla bla bla, such and such, bla bla," (end of letter).
-bushman
To paraphrase in his words,
The tragic man-child that I was, in spite of my resume of drunkenness and debauchery would never be eligible for membership to that shallowed crowd.
Welcome to the brotherhood of Flames, Dr. Bushman.
Key to Middle Earth is in the mail.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 13, 2016 - 02:34am PT
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Ogden Nash
Gets credit from
You can't Get There From Here
My conscience
Could of
If I would of
But I shouldn't
So I douldn't
Strange spell of don't both right write-wise and rhythm
I guess, seems that fine pages go
they are a vast to see,
His is a respected pedigree, & dadz got wordz tooz,
yosz, credz - original droner,
Imbiciline ha sz an Achilles
don't no wont know climbers,
this new gen is the opposite, da old breed;
Given more than they need they want more
Sure we did too,man, and would get the Bird' to G0 with us
instead, there is an app for that ( Kyle C is in my head it must be near when he past? )
Frnds on this site have me holdin back , THEDESERT RAT, zCOPE '0 der da Land
My generationnz bird.
. Hzz is.
So is a Charlie Brown
less known
more prolific in just certain spots
They aren't all dead but more are than knot
Stay out of the woods, no political threads it ge into ones head that in
PLANT BUSHES! Don't need to say the kind, evergreen that grow into trees
Plant bushes. Share trails to memories of some our sisters n brothers, who've left this earth
Is not a club I. Have ever fit on, there was a desert rat KC who told me
His insides gave out on him pretty much but ten years before for ten years before that,
" U- man- I-got _~ APROJECT~ YOU? IN? you're needed for muster, in the dusty parkin' lot"
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 13, 2016 - 04:12am PT
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Got some n got hi so photoshop chop,
n hopes of capturing the smokin Ducks head on a wiener dog'
but I'm in love with effects
frowned upon
it seems then
using fresh tools & eyes
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 04:25am PT
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Ah, Gnome! Bright-eyed & red-eyed & bushy-tailed & UP WITH THE SUN!
Seems there are several bushes to consider, all things considered.
Bushido.
The Tube Bushes, now a surfing music band, once known as POTUS Boys, before that as Mission Accomplished.
The senior member got his start played his organ for Newt Taxes and the Texans.
Burning Bush (the Grade IV on the Rostrum now known as Dawn TRee).
Capitol STeps / When Bush Comes To Shove
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0kKvpZPWlE
"He herds us like so many cattle."
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2746657&msg=2746657#msg2746657
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 04:36am PT
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Capitol STeps / Your next president: Donald Trump
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWRNA8Qj5EM
Changes proposed by the Donald:
Casinos in all gov't buildings.
Comb-over of the national debt.
Hair Farce One.
GWB Smokes Weed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ri30D03_8j4
"Stay out of the woods, no political threads it gets into ones head."--Gnome
"I'm so tired of beating the bushes. Anyone got a smoke?"--WBraun
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 13, 2016 - 06:00am PT
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den I wrote such a compaction of decency,
They would be the happy ones if the world was grey, the one who say everything anyone says should always agree with what The collective I
says, do other thoughts ,. .. . , I'm a gonna not go off. . .
EDIT:
Um- I should Try - but below is crap
Twilly
was this a thing, as much as or
more than just a super cool person.
In a large population in the 70scic 80s,
he became the co founder or driving force literally and figuratively.
He was a metaphor or his struggles and the Way he went at them, were a teaching.
I've struggled to try and say more.
Then as. My wife pointed out.
Someone said some thing nice and I failed to say more.
Go away come closer it is not meant in anyway,
just that memory & gettin' things straight, confirmin' the facts is nomy strong suit.
And as late, my existence is in doubt I was not sheep bleating buggererr,
but I climbed hard with some, and some Stonemasters
and other delinquent from reality types with whom,
I inhabited dusty parking lots with , though they would. Deny it.
I swear, I kick back & think, oh man, sure?
, I was never there? % ^p in truth I 'moked a lot.
So much that it is true all of the travels are a blurr.
We lived till one day we died.
I did not have camera or film $ or for developing .
So I or my past was in the gym that never existed ?
In the Gunks they have renamed with the same name,
what is a whole climb a proud 5.11x
A Jeff Gruenberg/Scott Franklin FA called Land Of The Giants,
The new input to the data base calls the 50 year old variation to Gelsa
Land of the Giants G- 5.7! Total bvllshjt, it was the alternate start to Fat City, to for 30 yrs.
About Twilly?
As I said, I can only say that I can't say. maybe someday ?
it is weird. Sorry really . . . .
For the years that spring & summer started at the Nj shore ,
I was not as into it the surfing, as I wish I had been, I think.
It had something to do with The Right Reverand' s boys Malcolm(?)
and Scott.
I would say that there were 700 of us? Age 15 20? Or just us good kidzz? 15-18?
The ones not partying at home every weekend , instead it was at the Nj Shore.
We all got to know one another surfin' hangin' and all. Then when getting older, . . . .
So the divide was I don't know
The thing was that
if you had seen surfing, out west or any where
, Nj was kinda . . .small. but some people kept at it.
No breaks, worth all the hup-pla .
Was there, though only a bit.
Those high school springs & summers were a bore to me.
I desperately waited till I could get $$ to go climbing.
I painted, banged nails, racked stones, whatever,
hung around roofing, to get money to go . . . Climbing ... west. . .
I was good for necky, Victorian architecture,
So, from seeing each other surfing or With Scott Tallcott I'm sure that is how Twilly & I met.
So not sure at all. the way it is with many folks they have just always been the faceless in the crowd. those guys and her, that Gal, ya' know all the rodeo Dead heads? yeah the ones who deny it all now.
I was not great at the actual work thing drove a car not a truck.
This was not a manly car it was a rice burning station wagon a Datsun.
No roughnecks would talk to me I was 'Hey Kid'
May -Aug tags was, a hair worse, the two together
doomed me to eat alone, be considered a narc, not share in after work bar hops.
Probably, my hair was to long too.
All fine with me this was the push to get money together to go and climbing. |
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 07:01am PT
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Previously on The Flames...
Seriously, these are saved-up sun-up shots from last July.
Too lazy this morning to go shoot what's a pretty "blah-zay" day--I peeked.
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 07:06am PT
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Clot Dog
by BushmanSocialClimberFoodMavenFriedRavenNoSkunNoBvllshitAllDayLong
Yawl I wanna hawt dawg
With some mustard n' some cheese
Some bacon n' some mayo
With some greasy French fries please
Oh so sharp and painfully
Mah heart has finally
Dun plain give out on me
Whoa is that a light I see?
So bring some soopa size'a
To the cardiac ward
And some O2 to be fair
The grim reaper will be there
Feed me hawt dawgs on a bun
With nitrates and sodium
Jus' like a loaded gun
Cuz a heart attack's no fun
Bring some squirrel and battered catfish
and some okra fried in lard
With lots of salt and pepper
To keep my arteries hard
Jus' like on my fambly tree
Where we ate what we killed
And we became what we ate
As we got our bellies filled
If I drank a lot o' booze
I would prolly get scirosis
But with frankfurters 'n cheese
It's arteriolar sclerosis
So Yawl I wanna hawt dawg
With some mustard n' a pickle
When it comes to heart disease
I can't be all that fickle
See more at bushmanondemand.com
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 13, 2016 - 07:14am PT
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seems that I'm at the end for now
but we were driving down the road and to my right a gustation parking lot was being tea ranged by hand not machine. We stopped ddid a pass and a second all at a busy intersection. so round about not dohunghts.
we stopped and asked and in this generations little family station win took 3 trips with 8 6 foot tall standing Bushes Dirt, Root Ball & All. just what the Disappearing stone row calls for. $1000.00 in Bushes easy part. . . .
do you see where this is going ,
after i vacuumed out tyre car twice≥ . .
I've got no way to plant 22 trees , i mean
BUSHES
Say No To RheBushes, so 0ver, so 1999.....
So thinking' more it is getting me to remember
Peoples express to rReno $38.0,
One way,
it cost more for a cab to the airport. . .
Da way it went, was get $1000.00 together
and get da the cheapest flights to where ever
and pick one
with one or two
try and go . . .
We had no way to know much
other than Rent a car & go climbing,
meet me A circle K ... sweet deal for me. . .
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 07:58am PT
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rainbow fishing in America
street soul music
riding low & driving slow NOT!
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 08:20am PT
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early March - Yosemite Point
a fanciful valley by Merced artist Darlene Adams
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 13, 2016 - 10:11am PT
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A World Outside Disney
Here's the church and here's the steeple
Open there doors and there's all the sheeple
Following others into the abyss
The way we all act you know something's amiss
Religion and politics stirred like a brew
Mix in a toxic philosophy too
Addicting the mind like a dangerous drug
From genius to moron we all get the bug
To drool in our Starbucks and stare at our tubes
Listening like zombies to media boobs
Gathering in clusters spellbound by the thrall
No clue of the circumstance behind it all
History be damned we repeat all in rote
Righteously forging ahead to misquote
Patriot mantras and morals of old
No matter how dated or covered with mold
When slavery and racism ran in our genes
Sexism and rape an acceptable means
For predicting the outcome of children to come
Where abuses and torture would make our minds numb
To follow a leader whomever they be
Who lines the path primrose we all should be free
To denigrate our neighbor and trot out a lamb
Oh sacrifice we must let our conscience be damned
Onward you soldiers and follow if you must
Don't take time to reason what's logically just
With patience and kindness no longer in vogue
We're all ruthless sheeple who do what we're told
There's a world outside Disney progressive and wise
Respecting the sovereignty of each of our lives
Just talk to a human who's not from these lands
And you just might remember what we have in our hands
The blood of our brothers won't buy us a plot
But pays for our stewardship likely as not
And the right to move forward instead of go back
Where men's lives were only worth gold in a sack
So here's the church and here's the steeple
Open the doors and see all the people
In a church that's a nation the steeple a light
Where power reserved is more mighty than might
But ruthless sheeple would still come and would go
Who's handed the reins something nobody knows
Throwing lives under buses a political fact
But threading a needle requires more tact
That's how things always are and they always will be
In a world complicated changing constantly
Less concerned by who governs we take or we give
In a world outside Disney where the rest of us live
-bushman
04/13/2016
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 01:18pm PT
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When a black sheep comes along
You must whip it
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
It's not too late
Whip it good
--devo, on MTV
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 02:40pm PT
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When a good book comes along
You must flog it.
Best of luck with the rest of the story, Erika!
MFM
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 13, 2016 - 03:18pm PT
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I am not now, nor will I ever be, running for president of the debate thread club. I just had to post my poem over there on their politics thread to try and stir sh#t up. Not going to enter into them arguments no more, got it out of my system but good. I trolled that poem and they just keep right on ranting as usual, without skipping a beat. ha ha. I prefer lowering my blood pressure now to all that.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Apr 13, 2016 - 03:23pm PT
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When you're odometer flames out, this is where you start. It gets worse, plus you have to buy the parts. I'm beginning to wonder how important it is to know how many miles you've gone.
There is still going to be miles to go before you sleep, eh?
Hopefully you end up here.
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 04:51pm PT
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Howe Sounds: A Chant
cheese grater
belayer crater
finger basher
potato masher
rippery
grippery
rubbery
flubbery
wrist twister
butt kicker
head knocker
hey Locker
free style
happy isle
four-mile*
manure pile
while the Dude abides at Suicide
good vibes abound around Howe Sound
they jump with glee down in old JT
there’s more in store in sunny Camp 4
MFM
* your mileage may vary
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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 - Apr 13, 2016 - 06:00pm PT
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I wanted to post this over to the Best Hotdogs Ever thread.
But the part about the finger, the best part IMO, most folks might not get.
I'm sure you viewers will get the finger part.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I laughed hard at some of this.
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