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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Jun 24, 2016 - 11:46pm PT
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The Prisms above our Hearts
Tell me why the sky is blue
Light refracting off the vapor
In the atmosphere you'd say
Blue's the color of our pain
At losing love and even life
On a dark and forlorn day
Tell me why the bull sees red
And angers him to charge my way
It's not the color but the cape
Waving in his face you say
Red's the color of alarm
Warning us in it's own way
So you might read these words one day
Tell me why the trees are green
Waving on a windy day
It's the chlorophyll that makes them green
That's what I thought you'd say
But who dances life into new borns?
The fairy's skin is green as well
The color of the wood nymph's hair
Tell me why the world is black
And brown with streaks of red and grey
Black is the color of scorched burnt earth
Brown and red are vulcanism
And grey is the nuclear winter
An ash filled atmosphere at day
I'm not surprised at what you'd say
Tell me how things have come to this?
But now your silence says much more
Those are the colors of a world at bay
Black and brown
And red with grey
Ready for life anew some day
Where human folly reigns no more
And what is the color of dreams to be?
Of those evolved beyond what we
As humans with all our trappings
Would no longer see
Like the magic of the rainbow
Or the mystery of the deep blue sea
-bushman
06/24/2016
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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 - Jun 25, 2016 - 08:58am PT
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"Psychologists have long accepted that the decrease in social activity of humans is due to a recognition of mortality. But having this trait show up in monkeys flips the script. Instead of humans thinking their time is short so they have to make the best of it, maybe they start limiting their social interactions first and then reason later that it’s because they’re aging. Which would imply that this behavior was preferentially selected for in our primate ancestors....
Get off my lawn but go stand on the sidewalk so I can still hear the gossip."
Hush-hush -- The Monkeys are Lending (their ears) -- Know what I mean?
"OLD" Spud Webb cannot be bothered by the squirts and show-offs.
That's great==five feet seven inches of "in yur face" just like always.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jun 25, 2016 - 09:24am PT
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In street shoes, with no warm up.
You know the drill.
They had a drill where they had to dribble up and back on the court as fast as possible. Spud always won, even when he used two balls and the other guys used one.
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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 - Jun 25, 2016 - 10:27am 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 - Jun 25, 2016 - 10:32am PT
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Horizontal iconic.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jun 25, 2016 - 12:41pm PT
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Ho man fire light from campfires if they and dangerous for breakfast on morrow
We will traverse from backyard to pancakes at Applebee's, ,, .m.
This was my first red rocks show,
and chasing it to [Click to View YouTube Video]hopefully hit another show as CRISPY as this frosty, was All ways In the back of the mind at any of the next visits, 81-then 2 ? In 82?
( wet rocks? Was what year? Not 7/27/82 ., )Cosmic's medication ? I'm a proponent of the reall stoof, knock yer arsedown, for to get you to lay off,
It must be hard to ever take a step back, just power down,
set the boil to low from simmer .. .. .. .and then your Dad .. .. .. .. oh No,!
I hope for you buddy, keep the flame turned on to a glow till you can wriggle a little..
bushman, I have a loved one of yours so clearly in my sights.
The recent cloud ness of my driving paper works' validity has the fine woman , rejuvenated,
rejuvenated
Driving, is something she has been loath to do.
So now she has to,(although I've. Letters and proof # to show,)
until the prosecution is
Voided
it is ,'jus a silly exercise' for me to drive. & good exercise for her to.
But that means she; -a absolute sweet hart do good nick- is the captain of the ship,
Her lead, hers to share a ride, saw a man in distress
& felt that he needed help.( our help?)
He was fully messed up but were it drugs or dying? We were hard put to tell. I reached him as he sat facing away from traffic legs splayed out in front of him on the grassy ground, it is a bus stop at the entrance to the express-way. He was counting bills including 6 Franklins.' .
Shortest version , Gurd, pancreatic cancer? , or really just out of lock up,
28 day ' rehab' ,, ,, - _ he said
The wife said: Phisical?
He, cackled hacked and spit up a bit,
it never ever got bad,
But when he said
You really shouldn't pick up strangers,
Things between us in the front seat was tense . ..
The radio helped[youtube= Aerosmith daddy's little cutie song, ?
as did my begging my now, in ~death sweats*~ wife
to please not ^Engage'^ , in any way !
(*sweating thru shirt N shorts )
with the edge of delirium that was near explosion in the back seat...
We should have stopped a the emergency room, that we drove past,
or when we were downtown dropped him,
but the cops were seemingly on every corner & he would surely get busted.
Had we offered him safe passage? OR set him up?
I felt threatened by him
Safe passage but a duty as well.
if
he had just been left to wait in the heat for the bus,
it would not have been my problem,
I'm glad that I was able to find music and common ground
With Harvey, not suffer - for his misery was great
and our sharing kindness. - Completely foreign,
? ,un- deserved ?
We felt his seathing malice at missed placed pity placed by
The wel lest meaning soul
It was received by 0r with a vibration of resentment .
Pass through the bowels,
teach the wife to never extend that sort of help again
Make it to a suburban street and drop him off.
Given that the initial contact was witnessed, recorded at the Bank,
where the acknowledged
Por basted ' was 1st seen by my sweetly
I guess we were sorta safe sorta some of the time
:;:-LIKE THE. GULF! , BETWEEN, , , USwhile we started out , normal, what is the 'a feeling out stage' what's yer name? Where to? stuff like that..
it took all of the 1st interaction for me to kno . .,.but it was hot.... Radar off
Some what?
Ho' yeah, I would say so . . ,,, , , way off
Quote: I did not see you but, here you are , take this,
No Thankyou,
sure, it's to ho out have this what're
I had handed him a 17 cent plastic water bottle
Then, I Explained he had no choice,
Or he did. Get up & under his own power make it 180 feet
to the intersection of the on ramp & Main Street
where the white car door was open & waiting for him .
If I made it back & the light changed we would leave him.
Harvey made it .
Harvey was young 25-35 tops, his complexion, white Irish.
He was strong looking & sunburned, reddish curly hair cut in square top.
Healthy? Looking
no tats, In a wife beater that was clean
kinda matching cargo shorts ,
not scuzzy or decrepit .
BUT, I've reached out to hundreds this way . . . . this was not my 'reach out'.
I want to say it was my lucky chit
That probably got used up,
Yanks tha way.,. . .
A person hiding in plain sight, thats a throwaway , might just be dangerous
Some thoughts tho - , he was going to a place,
a now big boxed store area, but once family neighborhood
He felt it important to say his dad was rich
said he was one of 7 baby boy?
, he kept telling us things,
a very important sign
when to much silence builds,
so to dose negative energy,
I've been there, fast lived junkies now faced with mortality, are angry
And can be dangerous
Frustration at terminal diagnose, leading to violent out burst.
This time we rode that fine line at the edge of violent sanity and insane lashing out,
Whew [ YouTube = So Glad We Made It song. .,.
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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 - Jun 25, 2016 - 04:03pm PT
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You don't think about it.
You just tell 'em to get on board and pray to St. Chris.
Sorta like gettin' on a big wave.
The Boyd Scout Family picks up hitchhikers all the time. But they are prepared. They know the drill.
Boyd always begins like this:
"Buckle up, please. Where can we drop you today?"
Meanwhile, one of the kids is sharpening her teeth with an emery while watching her image in a hand-held phone screen, and the other is engrossed in Slow Death Comics. He has to sit next to them. Boyd has mounted a sturdy 12-ga in the front passenger side. And the glove box is loaded with a can of Mace. This is only "prevent" mode.
The police band chatters merrily and the wifey does, too--mostly about sales and coupons and dirty jokes that would curl the hair on Mother Theresa, but this is the best weapon in the family arsenal. Generally, hitchers opt to get out before their destination rather than hear any more of her inane banter, but they are REALLY EMBARRASSED by the jokes!
But the clan moves people around, doing their bit to alleviate traffic in their metropolis, fulfilling their Christian duty. Such a dedicated family. And safe, too!
It was hard to get the public carry permit for the shotgun, but Boyd's insurance agent is the pastor of his church and he greased the wheels for him. He fully approves the idea but thinks he chose the wrong model. He prefers a Browning pump over Boyd's Mossburg. Meh.
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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 - Jun 25, 2016 - 04:44pm PT
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Lost Soul -- A Secret of Mine
http://youtu.be/9Mxf3YCHEHo
Becomin' a rock star.SD&RR, it's the same old story:
Tradin' in yer souls for a moment of glory.
Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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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 - Jun 25, 2016 - 05:14pm PT
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Flames salute to CosmicCragsman's determination.
http://writersontheedge.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-great-partythe-lincoln-county.html
I searched diligently for a still from the movie of Henry Stamper's middle finger from the last scenes of the movie when the logs are being run down the river to the mill. No luck.
So I gotta go with these, which express old Henry's feelings just as well. (My apology-in-advance to neebee.)
Hope all goes smoothly regarding your dad's situation, young Dwain.
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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 - Jun 25, 2016 - 05:34pm PT
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ONE MORE TIME WITH FEELING THIS TIME, OTAY?
Thinkin' of you, Tie-Dyed One.
The Prisms above our Hearts
Tell me why the sky is blue
Light refracting off the vapor
In the atmosphere you'd say
Blue's the color of our pain
At losing love and even life
On a dark and forlorn day
Tell me why the bull sees red
And angers him to charge my way
It's not the color but the cape
Waving in his face you say
Red's the color of alarm
Warning us in it's own way
So you might read these words one day
Tell me why the trees are green
Waving on a windy day
It's the chlorophyll that makes them green
That's what I thought you'd say
But who dances life into new borns?
The fairy's skin is green as well
The color of the wood nymph's hair
Tell me why the world is black
And brown with streaks of red and grey
Black is the color of scorched burnt earth
Brown and red are vulcanism
And grey is the nuclear winter
An ash filled atmosphere at day
I'm not surprised at what you'd say
Tell me how things have come to this?
But now your silence says much more
Those are the colors of a world at bay
Black and brown
And red with grey
Ready for life anew some day
Where human folly reigns no more
And what is the color of dreams to be?
Of those evolved beyond what we
As humans with all our trappings
Would no longer see
Like the magic of the rainbow
Or the mystery of the deep blue sea
-bushman
06/24/2016
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jun 25, 2016 - 11:23pm PT
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It's good to hear how you're sharing the good fight with your dad, Cosmic.
We are all so fortunate to hold our loved ones close for a time in this tumultuous world.
Peanut Butter Sandwich Days
I have shoes upon my ears
To walk upon my head
As I listen to the ground
For the spirit of the dead
But the dead don't talk to me
And they never make a sound
Though the feet upon my legs
Can barely touch the ground
And the knot within my throat
Winds around and round
Until my beady little eyes
They turn from blue to brown
And the skies are misty white
Like the milk beyond the clouds
As my peanut butter sandwich days
Are always counting down
-bushman
06/25/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jun 25, 2016 - 11:30pm PT
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I can
Try to feel
What
Else can
We
Say ?
You are hanging tuff, hang tough Cosmic
Hang tuff
I never cared to cry, when over at the show, either.
The man's life - the sum of heart beats ~ breaths in & out
I took his hand we were together, alone we had not been t
Together alone in years but not a decade,
it had been a sad occasion then
now again in labored breathing
sight ?
As the very end drew, , , , he knew....
He gasped, , ,a giant body shaking seizure,
In a stirring of the bed sheet, a gasp,
Ghastly last gasp,
it scared me , I recoiled in. ???
Some of us are doomed to fight for every last breath
My last words, spoken, (I sang some thing after,)
" We're some sort, aren't we? No trail for us! We see that hard way!
Straight up, that's a wall, then if not then through it!
No point always the hard way? Even now ?
Dad, -hey the hard way huh!
Always the hardest way,
You can stop now dad,
Ok , dad, ok , ok ok
This is a dark place, not anyone dwells in
brackish water, needed to be wadded,
passing, the eddying, floaters,
( for me: tubes n beeping of respiratory status machines )
Feeling the crap n solids just under the surface
Getting to the clear flowing water,
what has been, bad and good now at last
Past
It Only happens at the few times,
wadding into the froth to stand
Alone together
There is a long held tradition,
songs sung when,
A
fathers last breaths
Come
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Mourner’s Kaddish (Modified)
O-seh shalom bimromahv.
Hu ya-ah-seh shalom.
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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 - Jun 25, 2016 - 11:57pm PT
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Wonderful share, Cosmic.
Lightening things up a bit.
Or darkening them up with digital editing, like in this doctored image.Lux et veritas, what?
Stoopid Pigeon
They call me Waldorf Pigeon
And I’m crazy as a loon:
I love to go out dancing
By the light of the full moon.
I ‘ve danced upon the rooftops
Of the palaces of kings;
All along their watchtowers
Have I spread my shadow wings.
And it always blows my mind
As the moon moves east to west:
My shadow does not follow--
It’s reversed...I do not jest!
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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 - Jun 26, 2016 - 12:19am PT
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No reason. No rhyme. Though it's in season. And there's time.
But nah.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jun 26, 2016 - 12:27am PT
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Yes enough we liked the
Seems gremlins are in my stew. .
Taosted , it tasted not so bad not so sweet
I'm into lightening this beast
So
We TASTED A TOAD,
Here is the fastest finger that I got to take
it was great got it fight that time ,
Is it ? Was it an old North American Indian saying?
Some say - that where rivers run back ward -against the race-
You will always come back to that place
All
Ways
Returning
Slav to time & space,
Try as I might it is a copy paste night
The picture of the Topo of the Needles Eye, zone,
That's a place I liked to go , it has the magic about the place,
So I'm leaving it thanks Wyomingrockman
I love that place, there are fairy meadows three by five of grass spikes n webs.
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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 - Jun 26, 2016 - 12:28am PT
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And I could make up a story here, but will leave that mostly to you.
Won't you please try to save the poor army, it's captain and crew?
It's either you save them or...or...
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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 - Jun 26, 2016 - 12:38am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jun 26, 2016 - 12:45am PT
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Now I'm just not going to be able to post as rapidly so capable of playing
To match your tiger for mine swooped for swiped from here or there?
Well you know what a tiger looks like
Don't cha? Shara pal in killt one I got da picture...
6/26/16, #60001, 004:20, %#D, but
Really I went and found this
maybe his deepest post
So there is a poster that seems well known to many
Set the hook,
about the trend of cables 'nd ladders
Via Ferrata -
Dolomite Mountains
the link no workywww.http.//.dolomitemountains.com › resources
I'll fix it or not later
being added to enchainments of southern ridges
an infection;
" Hopefully we can halt and contain this particular disease form of "
"Euro-gnar and keep it from spreading any further than it "
"has now that the U.S. has (unfortunately) been infected."
so whole cloth but then I added the link
Editorial aside,
as device, the addition
of the link really voids the quotability of the original
but I've tried to say nothing, give yeah or nay,
I think it's time to think a bit
of the hopes for now I had
I had hoped for a snafu healthy climbing season,
I bet that if I were given the choices, to choose
Trees or the knees I'd a gone with limbs before boughs.
Oh well, hell is what you live & then you
u post a lot.
Then say hay what ?
It is time to chase down that
Iron from the past
Regards X o xo lil' Bein !!??
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