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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Jul 10, 2016 - 02:26pm PT
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Multitasking leisurely works
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Jul 10, 2016 - 03:14pm PT
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Color Dreams
My dreams are all in color
Dancing in my head like a carousel on fire
Twirling out their imagery
Breaking down my resignation to responsibly
Any reasonable person might say
I'm not functioning in reality
It's something they might say
I won't let it deter me
I command with some authority little victories
That happen every day
And for what it's worth
I cannot see
Marching to some drummer's tune
To someone else's vision of the perfect world
With perfect smiles and perfect houses
That's not me
It's nothing like the wonderland of dreams that come to me
In a world where I don't understand
Why people won't just let each other be
This I can't see
It's not for me
The imposed drama of crisis constantly hammering at our senses
And I don't care sometimes about the weather
Though it will be what it will be
Like my dreams which are in color with their cool and sunny weather
I can see from where I stand respectfully
Though sometimes it's not easy
But that's just me
-bushman
07/10/2016
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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 - Jul 10, 2016 - 03:22pm PT
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Bowling in the Wind.Like unto the game of Devil's Golf in (shudder) Death Valley, where the game is played on the Devil's Golf Course in leisurely fashion by Mariah and Tess, and only when they feel like it, and for no reason except that entropy is at work and they are its agents.
Bowling in the Wind is about knocking stuff down, not putting stuff in a hole; and the winner is the one closest to the Perfect Score.
Devil's Golf is about trying to get the lowest score, but the rocks never go in the hole because THERE ARE NO HOLES.
No carts allowed, per the NPS.
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Jul 10, 2016 - 03:45pm PT
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What happened to 'Chrome Dome?'
That was a good one;
"Chrome Dome can be found in the Degnan Range..."
Ok I found it on the "another poetry thread" which is also in the Degnan Range between Mt Forker and Mt Huntingbun.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 10, 2016 - 06:29pm PT
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He was diagnosed, by a psychologist, before he died,with schizophrenia. ?
My condolences to the family and friends of the brain washed psychologist.
In to days world if you're not schizophrenic, you're not thinking straight.
It'z deez webs - it is a stupid master that lets a box, bate
Common very last year, and your cut to the core, or
Real Gore: see App- what you do to him? Gee, 's picture on the bullfighter thread!
As inca N decent as this all is I only showed up on Sunday night to say;
I'm watching Tennis.
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Jul 10, 2016 - 06:43pm PT
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If you didn't see it already, check out your personalized poem ^^^^^ upthread, Gnomish.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 10, 2016 - 07:58pm PT
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Every picture tells a story don't it (for a lot of folks).
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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 - Jul 10, 2016 - 11:01pm PT
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COLORES | Opening Doors | New Mexico PBS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-BgpAMo8ns
Buen viaje?
"Good trip" or "Godspeed" en espanol.
Life IS full of little pricks but the trick about pricks is to ignore them.
It's how tough hombres and hombritas go about things.
Bitin' bullets is tough work, but then peace comes with a price.
Some pricks are actually nice to have around, but you still must ignore them.
Leave them guessing about their influence on you, and they'll soon tire of trying to figure things out and then you can lead 'em around by the nose.
I got this from Liz, who thought well enough of me to keep me around.
I just thought that I'd expound, since the page is turning like a leaf dancing in the wind.
It was quite windy here today. Left to go to the store and got buffeted for my troubles.
But I found a nice surprise in the Pretty Dull Produce Section at G.O. They are called orange grapes. They are as juicy and sweet as...you name it.
I was playing around with them this afternoon, sampling a few, and I came up with a "fruit and vegetable" salad that was okay by me. Cottage cheese, a bit of mayo, some cabbage slaw, halved and crushed orange grapes, and blended with the only good reason to go visit Mesilla, New Mexico, that comes to mind readily, namely Chilo's Chile.
Keep two jars in the cupboard at all times and one in the refrigerator.
The salad is a bit lame, but that's store brand mayo, the cheapest of the cheap at the old G.O. last month. I'm ditching it and going for another brand. The Chilo's Chile saved the salad. I'm glad to say I found a jar of artichoke hearts and cut them up for texture. Bacon might have been nice, but I forgot to bring some home. I'm saving the zucchini and yellow squash for manana.
The wind was nice on the way back home. Made it here in near-record wind-aided time for my age group. Hey, I'm the first, so I claim the record.
Think I'll go say hi to John. It's not eleven yet, even.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 11, 2016 - 02:15am PT
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It is never a good thing when it begins the day all shook up.
The pictures are Trans fixe'd mid screen, spanning across individual posts.
The park share, Eric Visser, seems to have helped
Thnx both seem to set a fine tone for the morning.
I was up at4:20 my time 1:20 there. It's now 5:42
After re- editing too, I'll be Posting this now to see how I fair?
Good sounds and some gremlins dispatched
Im all out, again, it's been thick out, humidity wise
I've all but stopped climbing, in the heat, alone
It feels like I'm pushing it, it Is to stacked a deck,
the knee is ok but I can't trust it yet.
The family from there is left off, gone back to LA
Having seen their two men n longer boys
Those nephews of mine, they
Gone, having stayed at the hovel on the beach.
Imagine having a house in Malibu,
Sending your kids to colleges one Ivy one pathetic
And having to spend July Forth at the Jersey shore.
This crazy fancy is the curtsies of yor mother in law.
Passing for a vacation and spending tourist prices
but with a run down weekly rental, a small cape style house
A four bed two bathroom that sees weekly rentals the rest of the four months.
So that is the way my realationship is with the other side strained is the word.
Now the ailing octogenarian wants to see a happy family as though she ever enabled that.
We were uninvited to this year's 4th of July celebration
I'm not going to miss spectating at a regatta. Always a drunken swaray.
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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 - Jul 11, 2016 - 02:23pm PT
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There are no clouds today...cookie-cutter dais and carbon-copy nites.
It was mild last nite. just under seventy when I tried to sleep. That was elevenish. Couldn't sleep. Felt guilty about not having lifted a finger abut Moss. Had a glass of milk and slugged down the evening meds, then fell asleep till nearly six. Woke up, had more milk, went back to bed, woke up at noon. A good night's sleep, slightly off-kilter for normalcy. But I'm refreshed and feeling snappy.
MooseDrool, are you happy? Do you want to try climbing with me again?
My phone's up and running and you should either call or send a climb or send a message.
That is not a mixed message.
This is not a mixed message, either.
There was another Cruise Night downtown on Saturday. I was too tired out to do much that nite. I walked over to the tocacconist's and saw the crowd was much smaller than at last month's. I did take these photos of Tommy that morning, though, so I got my fill of chrome, Molly.
Message = Vandals steal handles.
My pedantic is antic. He ought to get shorter bolts for those mirror clamps on the handlebar. Any tool can tell they're ill-suited being that long. Looks too Okie. Barris would agree. Von Dutch might, too. Werner would say something if he knew beans about cars polluting our world, sending the place into the New Cretaceous simply to satisfy our lust for perfection or some jive like that.
Say it if yer gonna, WBraun, or just save yer breath, cuz I predict that
[much later on down the post, past interminable blankness, you finally arrive}
YER GONNA DIE AND NOT COME BACK! :0)
Micro-wall.
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Jul 11, 2016 - 09:46pm PT
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Why I write the way I do, I guess;
Whack a Magoo
What do you do?
Got sumpin' to say?
Lip it
Don't zip it
Shpeel something too!
I like reading and listening to prose, ideological discussion, hashing and rehashing facts, gossip, and opinions. The problem for me lies in how I express myself with it. It takes me a long time to evolve or to elucidate a point, to remain engaged in conversation, and counter arguments. Mostly, I lose interest in the arguments by the time I formulate a response. Let's call it socialization attention disconnection syndrome or if you like, SADS (my own invention I guess).
This is why I love to engage through poetry, sometimes it requires hours of concentration to produce a lyrical interpretation of my opinion. And of course I'm never satisfied with the results, so I just move on to the next ideas that pop into my head. But the result is that many of my short story's and a lot of really long poems remained unfinished. This is all disconcerting to me and weighs on my mind.
Of short stories, I've written dozens, and along with short poems I've written and archived several hundred. It's the body of my work over the last several years and my fervor began in earnest around five years ago when I began turning over the physical aspects of my tree service to the employees.
Well, that's why I love poem-speak, and often I can use it like regular language. But I'm my own worse critic and I hate redundancy and over repetitiveness in my writing. Did I say that already earlier? Crap.
-bushman
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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 - Jul 11, 2016 - 11:53pm PT
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"Redundundance" is one of the sequels to Lord of the Dance.
I've told the joke before. It's a pun or some sort of word trick...terminalology is of importance.
THIS KEYBOARD KILLS WORD NAZIS!
You have them in Scrabble, you have them making up crosswords, you have them blogging, you have them teaching in schools, making laws, defending and prosecuting the accused in law courts, drawing up legal documents...but there are few here in supersupertopotopo landland.
So go on and spout off, fellow Flames, flamers, and flim-flame men.
See if it's water off my back.
No one reads this stuff anyway.
That post ^^^ of bushman's means a lot, explains some.
It has its prose and cons.
Thanks for the share, Tim.
It is well that you are archiving your poetry. I don't for the most part.
I will my scrawlings to the Lords of the Realm, the hoi polloi, and the pun-tolerant.
The Kat Who Saw Me Dancing
His name was Willem.
He was a man.
I was a woman.
We became each other.
We began begetting.
Here you are.
Beginning your own Kat Walk.
Familiar pictures
of members of the tribe.
http://www.pinterest.com/sandypike1/yosemite-climbing/
Good selection(s), boolie!
edit: I should explain my pedantic self. Redundancy is a "real" word. REDUNCANCE is not "legal" in Scrababble, as any word maven can tell you.
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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 - Jul 12, 2016 - 04:23am PT
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Message board madness.
http://subliminalmanipulation.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-generation-of-subliminal-messages.html
SEARCH RESULTS FOR MESSAGE FOUND 16 SONGS
A Message - Coldplay
A Message - Kelela
A Message To You Rudy - The Specials
Gabriel's Message - Sting
I'm a Message - Idlewild
I've Gotta Get A Message To You - Bee Gees
Message in a Bottle - The Police
Message In Blood - Pantera
Message To My Girl - Split Enz
Messages - Xavier Rudd
Messages - Filthy Dukes
Passing A Message - Villagers
The Message - M.I.A.
The Message - Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five
The Message - Flotsam and Jetsam
The Message - Jay Rock
Bro Tim got a new email address yesterday. I sent a test message, no subject: "Nada."
Then I sent an actual message and he responded nicely but asked why I sent three messages. I didn't. Anyway, WTF, over.
Paulo Meyer & The Burning Bush - Blues do Email
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElaOwr36X24
Live Oz - I shot the Shefiff - Paulo Meyers & Burning Bush
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 12, 2016 - 04:29am PT
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Symptoms of )S. A. D. S(. C ? I gotz, that in ingots, worth their weight in cold, (feelings mostly)
I do dig plants
I woke up cranky! Not sure why I'd be feeling
So peevish! Life is wonderful
I wonder how full it is ?
Then this cranky get off my lawn share
physically, ?oh no ! I dint save it ?
X&&;/,!7&5/.!&! Expletive!(
it was a flow from somewhere else the love peace & understanding, thread
that inspired me to quip, using the words acerbic, pedantic, & redundant,
Quip about the fools that get frothy ranting at each other till the thread. gets locked.
spun from Jim Brennen's use of a word I had to look up to check that it was in fact the right use, - it was .
It was the last word of this sentence:
"I love opposing opinions almost as much as I love the opossums worthy of my opprobrium."
opprobrium? !
I smell a skunk, . . . . . . .(or I skell a spunk, or I spell a vonk)= m+3 letters=p,- s +3 letters=V
Wait wait, do tell me, I've pooched the phou again? '
It was you not mfm?! at 1st the girls on the tandem got me think in' mfm,
It would be a bit, till after I'd added in all the music ~ All The Music?
Did it dawn on me !
The Second time Is the charm. Unless I have to read it again that's cool too. Er?. .three!
I must stop and point out, when I got married the new wife Threw out two shopping sacks full of note books,
so full the stupid paper straps on both bags blew,
-that's why she says she did it?
That two paper grocery bags filled with spiral note books but slightly torn
Or a torn strap!?
must mean GARBAGE?.!
!?!?,!.?,........I've never gotten over it ~ she hasn't either
it stands as something that over time,
she has come to see as more for what it was, then even me.
It was my writings, journals from when I didn't watch TV.
It was a window into the me, that was me, before, & before she knew me.
PreHI,E, cryptic, some Unfathomable - not all, but lots of it boulder'd ash
I was still out in far left field; the Green Tortoises' bus rides were stuck in my empty head.
doodles n( wowe, auto correct stop )
[Click to View YouTube Video]
My doodles 'n scraps of paper; often opened up envelopes covered top to bottom with verse.
then I'd transcribe into the note books, adding flushing out, or adding stuff.
often a mix as we have here on the site.
Random thoughts shot out of my shotgun at no one to the woes that I saw or felt.
There were recipes, and recipes for disaster,
hand drawn topo's & maps .
Directions , kwith landmarks, of where to and where Not to park and Camp.
A general guide to climbing parking lots around the south & west. Before it had a name other than homeless.
How could it have happened ?
I had a crushed heel, a bozo for a male bogger or more like
A dingelberry! He was parasitic, - excising him took a legal fix!
Restraining him from the property I was in a chair.
So the wife was packing up to get the house winterized, she was suddenly
aware of footsteps in the attic.
I don't think she even knew there was an attic.
In fairness it was not an easy place to get to, on purpose.
Any way, she freaks out, & wakes me out of my opioid snooze,
Saying, " listen"?
The sounds of shifting boxes is only discernible if you know the size and weight,
and the presence of boxes
It also helps to know what your hearing.
We could not call the cops.
So long story short I was just broken in a wheel chair
this Efr was in my vault , mucking about.
My girl is freaking , saying call him out,
I'm not up to it, (scared of getting us both shot?)
As this is playing out, there is a knock on the door.
It is a state trooper doing a wellness check. ( Standard procedure, after a wreck or rescue)
And did we know the roof dormer was a-jar?
Now this was happening in real time
I've only been home from a trama center for about six hours.
I'm am still crusty, with dried blood & doped up.
The wife is not a local, the grey hats, know me but not that I'm married
or that I have all that.
The way it looks is deceiving. Especially if you knew more
about the neighbors than I did.
The place looked like an estate. It is a long driveway that leads to
a railroad siding & beyond toward the deepest last stand of un-pillaged Quartzite.
As you came down the gentle grade,there were old foundations in the
woods and two cabins, opposite each other just before the main house.
With the blond standing at the door, the place looked like Rapunzel's estate.
She says to the cop, I hear something -
the cop comes in - hears steps - radios for back up
and asks if there is a way in from inside ? Um, no.
Out he goes,
three stateies,arrive, pull in to the drive silent, sit and wait.
It took five minutes not more. Out crawls the lowlife into the waiting hands of the cops.
His take was only the family valuables & cash, I'm inside, just dieing.
He is selling me out! when he has been caught red handed.
The cops now want to confiscate everything
there was no achem-achem, so there was no case to be made
Eventually, but stil! - It took lawyers years.
Independent Contractor, status, law, saved me I got to keep a sand trap.
At one time the place was called Sand Hill Farm.
Still!, Who does that to the person who has supported you for 6 years?
I was the main spring, working it both ways which is stupid, which I knew
Which made it stupid dangerous stupid. I did the do & three other things too.
It was not till, ? The wife insists we fell in love, maybe we just fell together?
Any way,
till I had one girl for a long enough a time & it was time for her and I,
to be together
Without him.
To see he was jealous was weird, he was in a bad downward spin of his own making.
If I had not fallen, he never would have broken in. That's what I told the cops,
take him in, to make a report, and that I would come pick him up, &
drop the charges. If it was warranted, we finally got rid of him".
So that is why I was not around when the wife went to the attic and threw away the stuff.
What were The things that she looked at to check & see what was in the bags?
Girls address, not just women's names phone numbers & address's
but
small statements of fact that the newlywed vetoed,
vaporized saw daggers but did not realize
That she would come to rhue the day .,. . . .
After before and during, I'm opposite as all get out, 5 years ago I thought note book
Before tablet tool, iPad what have you Hope it's not a Shablet !
I will go and now read this mornings
Post I've added the 'S' twice each time the device switches it to a ' D'
That reminds me,
The cat named Forrest,
was christened, Forrest Richard Betts (born December 12, 1943)
but we all know him;
a Brother, one of the best, we all know him As Dickey Betts,
his continued play is good & reassuring,
still I'm more a fan of this from back when
then the Dickey version,
[Click to View YouTube Video]
then the slide guitar...
So safari has some glitch or the tablet is dieing ?
After three edits then 3 shut downs I've thrown
In the towel.
Be back to edit more stop after "we finally got rid of him"
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 12, 2016 - 04:54am PT
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Frank Discussions on a Pang #63
Hello sounds of coyotes before down
I let the dogs out on the porch
They turn around and come back in
My favorite time in the world is before dawn
I slip the covers back over my head
The world rolls around to meet the day
But I roll my face back into the bed
The wind moves about to fill the voids
Outside the world has been waiting again
And thoughts of foxtail filled sox
And mosquito bites from yesterday's walk
Fondly nudge back to dream
Multilayered boxes of cop movie scenes
Fill my brief REM swept dreamscape
But boulders strewn on Tahoe moraines
Stub the toeholds
Bending the plastic salad fork tongs of a pre-dawn reverie
And I groan the moan of a thousand grumps
To wake up
-bushman
(Auto correctness; sometimes dick move of an electronic device).
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jul 12, 2016 - 05:15am PT
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Trying here this thing got hot now it works it's own magic, but trying to as wage what a raging flare up of SADS?
Here's the Burning Spear 1st the quintessential, this was with the full Marley family.
[Click to View YouTube Video]now, I know through the style I imitate I'm to try to curtail to many
I beds ...
That said it is better to compare them
as an example :
the Allman Brothers / Dickey Betts share
was not going to drive the point
of the music home as a link,
The way it would as a home in bed eded share
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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