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zBrown
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Apr 16, 2016 - 08:23pm PT
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zBrown
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Apr 16, 2016 - 09:08pm PT
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I was wndrng
If the onus is on me, what's on you and/or George Foreman?
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zBrown
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Apr 16, 2016 - 09:17pm PT
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Even though Pete lived two blocks away and was also a b-baller I don't buy his too facile justification for torturing and ceremoniously killing bulls.
Want some thrills and danger, take your red cape and slippers out on the 805 and torment some mustangs and stingrays.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 16, 2016 - 10:11pm PT
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The Ignernt Fool
Though his fingernails were dirty
and the subject of some scorn,
His clothes were dark and ragged
and his pipe was scratched and worn,
He'd worked to learn his witchcraft
'til his hands were gnarled and torn,
Near the dark and dirty coal mine
in the hills where I was born,
I was only just a youngster
when when I heard the whistle blow,
He was lurking as we miners came
up from the depths below,
We were black with soot and grimy
in the newly fallen snow,
No one noticed him or had a clue
what secrets he did know,
As he slinked out of our presence
disappearing in the wood,
The dingy apparition stopped
to look from where he stood,
Through his red and glowing eyes he stared
from underneath his hood,
And appeared to look right through me
as a specter only could,
As he slunk into the shadows
I thought heard him say,
Something evil and satanic as
his head was bowed to pray,
When I tried my best to follow him
I quickly lost my way,
Unaware that curiosity would
get the best of me that day,
The night was falling swiftly
and faltering was the light,
As I stumbled in the darkness
through the shadows of the night,
When I thought I saw through distant woods
a glimmer pale and white,
Then I came upon a grotto where
I then beheld a sight,
I was crouching at the opening
and hoped I wasn't seen,
It was stranger than the strangest place
that I had ever been,
There amid a lake of candles
that were floating so serene,
Was a ritual beginning both of
beauty and obscene,
Both the master and his subject were
enthralling to behold,
Wearing robes of black with crimson fringe
and shimmering with gold,
They moved about the grotto with
a countenance so bold,
As the steam rose from the lake 'alight
and drifted in the cold,
Then kneeling was the woman with
fair skin and crimson hair,
With proclamations to himself
as though she were not there,
The master spewed his incantations
with an icy stare,
In his right hand was a dagger
that he held up in the air,
The woman raised her pale white face
and stared up to the light,
As she glared at him defiantly
he held his dagger tight,
The perspiration dripping from
his knuckles gnarly white,
Then she raised up in her hands
a goat kid in the night,
And then the bleating goat kid was
offered for sacrifice,
The specter plunged his knife in once
and then he plunged it twice,
As he took and raised his slaughter
his crazy stare was cold as ice,
And I thought of how to flee at once
and then I rolled the dice
As I prepared to run right then
he glanced my way and spotted me,
He froze me as my legs went numb
with eyes that glowed insanely,
My mind went blank completely
surrendering to the powers that be,
But found that I had taken flight
as my feet were moving furiously,
The forest floor was littered
with fallen trees and underbrush,
I was tripping as I ran
through the darkness in the rush,
Until I spiraled ever downward
off a cliff like the thrush,
But was caught by thorny brambles all
a 'tangle in the crush
Only thinking if he caught me
I'd never see the world again,
I heard the trickling water as
a mockingbird sang and then,
I heard footsteps on the precipice
as I held my breath and feared the end,
Only guessing of the fate awaiting
ignernt fools like me my friend,
A figure towered in gathering light
standing o'er me from way up high,
The specter had discovered me
I could not flee his haunting eye,
I gasped for air and struggled
as I whimpered unprepared to die,
He raised a stone to crush me
and was silhouetted in the sky,
But a figure came like shadow and
plunged something into his side,
The stone fell freely from his hands
towards me but it landed wide,
And as his crumpled body fell
there was no wiggle room to hide,
As he tumbled in the bramble
I could see that he had died,
And then another person climbed into
the thorny vines until,
A knife was plunged into the lifeless body
with a solemn will,
A hood fell back revealing the
disciple who had come to kill,
The specter who'd bewitched her
until the day she'd had her fill,
With tender strokes she freed me from
the brambles and we left him lie,
His tangled body prostrate with
his cold eyes staring to the sky,
The vultures were circling as
we left there and I wondered why,
An ignernt fool like me should live
while a specter like him would die,
We parted at the crossroads and
with gratitude I wished her well,
My life seemed at a turning point
but something had me in it's spell,
Returning to that bramble my
curiosity I could not quell,
As a storm appeared from nowhere I
took shelter as good fortune fell,
In an old oak tree hollow I
weathered the long night,
The sky no longer cloudy as
l left there at first light,
And finding at the bramble a
foul unholy sight,
Scattered were dead vultures
as witness to a fight,
There in cloak all torn and bloodied
was no specter be found,
I remained dumbstruck with ignorance there
and scanned the thorny ground,
And what madness I beheld was not
as deafening as the sound,
Of something breathing on my neck
and I dared not turn around,
The end.
-Bushman
04/16/2016
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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 17, 2016 - 01:17am PT
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An epic! Bravo! Bravo, I say!
Accolades to Bushman!!!!
I have an epic I would share, as well.
Star Wars: The Farce Re-Awakens
Same old Han Solo. Same old Chewy. Same old Princess Lea. Only older.
CHEWY looks GREAT.
CARRIE put on some pounds, to put it boldly. No crime there, right? It's just weird.
HARRISON is still himself, no matter what. But he's more Solo than together with Carrie. Oops! Spoiler in the house!
As you can see, zBrown has some say in what goes on in Middlewood. Climbing Content, almost.
As I said, there were millions and millions of dollars spent to blow stuff up. This is one thing that I generally approve of, but these dirty birders of The First Order are led by an obvious pyromaniac, called Supremamaniac. Their audacity is beyond audacious. They suck suns!
Several planets died in the filming, which is par for Lucas.All that I can say is:
We're off to see yet another version of Wizard of Oz.I'm forgetting the cameo, dammit! Where's Like, I mean Luke?"It's a toilet out there: galaxies floating around like brightly lit turds, swirling, merging, emerging, and getting farther away the longer you wait to flush."--Ty A. Knot
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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 17, 2016 - 01:39am PT
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Fresh cast members.
I was FORCED by my then-wife to go see the original Star Wars AGAIN a week after we'd already seen it a week before.
Like I said, I'm aware of patterns in my life. One is this thing about second viewings of movies because of wives.
I saw Saving Private Ryan, all ABOUT blowing stuff up, solo. Then I told Liz and then WE had to go see it together. But that was way different. There was no force involved. Except maybe the Allied Expeditionary Force.
May your popcorn bucket never be empty.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 17, 2016 - 04:55am PT
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From the earliest memories of dreams I may have had or never want to have again.
The sound of something breathing, so loud that one can almost feel it on the back of your neck, & when you look, there is no one there ,just dark, the deepest part of the night.
If you added running in circles,
to a constant start
at the sight of the come back to life spectra,
or worse,
a shaggy long haired, wide bodied goat, with gills & a tail,
you'd a hit my Night mare square
When for an infraction and the canst ant companion that was agin' da law,
I made it to the second floor lock up ne, on a stormy scary night, & there the other inmates gave me a name so that they might know me on the street for what I'd done ,
The name they gave me for being a white boy , gone wrong, willing to fight , so second floor
Was ,
I swear , this may not be alright but it is the truth, .....
The big & dangerous nigh,
called me Timmy
my crime of possession, meant it came with the moniker,
this made me itchy then & now,
you guessed it ? ,
right?!
Bushman,
So to say that it is Timmy Bushman, who lay awake fearing rape alright would be a true story from my sordid past.
Dreams instilled by a Sorensen have taken on a new light. . .
Equivalence, eqiverlent. > equivalencenah and i can't get it right look to Lockers pictures and his spelling' it right after en < AN ED Edit... blham
To why I need to say no mor to say morf Za forf,, or dorff forff, for wokie, worff, then
Angrier you till I bleat out who cares that modern man has no imagination,
Bland Athenian morals ethics that can never be applied. . . Snide response to dr, let all will later on desk top
Sir:
**//Apr 17, 2016 - 08:19am PT
WOWE`E now I wish I had known that smelly trick . . . On that
dark & scary night.
To smell Stinky was 1st floor plight, and why I choose to fight
Buoy, did I put up a fight,
that was how I ended up on the second floor that night,
as Cosmic pointed out
Ya' shoulda' seen the other guy ....
I put out his Lights OUT, with my thumb,
why I need two of 'um,
one broke when it hit the orbital
which had already been broke. . .
I do not like to remember that . . .
a gushy, mushed eyeball
that was my only real; fight ever,
Right Time & Place
**//
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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 17, 2016 - 07:08am PT
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Tripod not included.
http://www.historiccamera.com/cgi-bin/librarium/pm.cgi?action=display&login=telephotopococ
They did us all a favor by inventing the Brownie and others like it, cameras that could be taken along by day trippers for Snapshots. We don't do Snapshots any longer. We do images.
Imagine, if you will, that the numbers at photobucket were different slightly. A small blip like this could indicate a slippage in the layers/curlicues/circles/warps of time and space, thereby creating an alternate universe. Only the owner of the camera store is not who he says he is, but a powerful being, a spy, a sleeper, or even an active agent for ETs.
[SNS]IMG]http://i1310.photobucket.com/albums/s649/JoefromBlow/095_zpsrcgvvna6.jpg[/SNS]
Nefarious, heh-heh. But it takes imagination.
"...who cares that modern man has no imagination?" is what Gnome wonders.
Well, in the words of the MUTHA, "Who COULD imagine all that has taken place, occurred, or otherwise 'happened' since cameras were put into our pockets, or even since Photoshop has been around? Who COULD have possibly told what would freak them out in the states of Kansas and Minnesota and the District of Columbia?"
Well?
We are all the same, basically, with the same set of fears built in; yet we seem to find ways to deal with them that are unique. I never stop posting. zBrown works on gadgets. Some people just go climbing and free their minds from other, mundane fears. It's better to die from something that is REAL, I imagine.
Those "hide-behinds" and "will-o-the-wisps" are only meant to scare us. They are not REAL. Bushman is real, though he's only an avatar at the moment to me, claiming to be some Tim Sorenson. I never knew that his name was Sorenson. This can only mean one thing, to me, with my limited imagination. That he had a relation, sounds like a bro, that would only be Tobin, since the reported or rumored age of this individual, this epic poet of ours, indicates that distinct possibility.
Never occurred to me.
One way for me to believe that I'm imagining all of this would be for a photo to appear here.
Over to you guys.
Let me assure everyone that everybody and everything is otay and that IT cannot possibly happen here and now.
[SNS]
I would prefer Lord Nose, (Say what?) to Donald as the next head of the Empire.
I can't imagine him winning. If he runs he should draft Charlie Sheen to run with him.
^^^Now there's a team with success written on the backs of their jerseys. HA!
But Luke and Leia, they'd be the first brother/sister act in the Executive Branch. Or Finn, had he not bought the space station (OOPS!), might have a shot. He's black and a stormtrooper, but so what? Arnold was the governor of California and George Murphy was a California senator and Ronald Reagan was the Lord High Sith.
Therefore, anything is possible, though it cannot possibly happen here, let me reiterate.
Luke? Luke Creamcheese?
Oh mama, now . . .
What's got into ya?
"Red three, I'm going in. More coffee, C3PO."
Starwurst Band / Mystery Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXDnFYu91vY
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Apr 17, 2016 - 07:34am 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 - Apr 17, 2016 - 07:46am PT
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CLIMBING CONTENT ^-^-^ ALERT! She was probably reciting a Jedi mantra, "I'm in love with the mountain and I can do this."
Aerial shot by Bradford Washburn taken from a Tie Fighter.[All photos courtesy of George Lukas.]
hooblie, is that the door to your peyote warehouse that you told me about?
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 17, 2016 - 08:17am PT
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One word post; Wow
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 17, 2016 - 08:19am PT
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Gregory Crouch, Social climber, Walnut Creek, California
Apr 15, 2016 - 12:34pm PT
Okay, I confess: I check in once a day, ever hopeful that one day I'll be able to steal that one great idea hiding in the Supertopo hive mind. The one that will vault me to literary stardom.
Tragically, it's probably lurking in the nether regions of one of the "Ready for Donald/Hilary/Bernie/Cruz/Donini" threads.
Which means I'll never find it.
Seriously, I consider the ST Hive Mind a (very helpful) research resource. See the recent Mount Johnson thread, which contributed greatly to my thinking on a just-finished article. Even if I didn't use a single scrap of it in the final copy. I did get an idea for a future story from that thread, however. We'll see if I ever get around to writing it. It's the same as having a conversation that sparks an idea that sparks a story. Or reading a book or article that sparks an idea that sparks some investigation that sparks a story. That's how it works generally, at least for me.
I'm always delighted to discover a good story idea... I've got lists of ideas a mile long. And I'd like to point out that ideas for stories aren't worth their weight in sh#t until somebody actually does something with them, execution being everything in the writing game.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 17, 2016 - 08:24am PT
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Uh ?
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 17, 2016 - 08:31am PT
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Now, gotta say that was an impressive Starpo Warpos review, Mouse Sly Stalker.
Goin a dig out my ol lite saber and practice sparring on top of my bed in my underwear and cowboy hat like Tarbuster. Keeps the inmates at bay, Nomeboy. Helps to smear yerself with smelly as well.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Apr 17, 2016 - 10:50am PT
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Now that we're all pretty-well StarWarzed-7'nd can we just go to 8?
You can call her Rey, but isn't she the love child of Lenore Goldberg and Raymond J. Johnson who was placed in a hybernator with Ted Williams head until they got the bugz outa the defroster?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 17, 2016 - 11:24am PT
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Gnome yer rock collages are scarin the crap outa me.
The Valley of the Gnomes will producing some pretty far out ogre alien mescalin dreams to be....ooooaaaaahhhhoooooaaaa!!!
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