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zBrown
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Oct 12, 2016 - 07:41pm PT
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Alea iacta est
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 13, 2016 - 12:40am PT
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I am sure that computer games hold very little intrest to most here.
The Latin phrase z shared reminded me of a climbing dice game on the kids program.
The point of the pointless is to roll your square cube up
past ever increasingly difficult obstacles on a tower, a castle turret-like structure.
There are gaps that require a jump as you rotate around collecting
Heath and weapons, points.
The die is cast is not the name and I can't remember the games name now
It is mid-night your time 3 here and the ravages of age confound me.
I ran around today and tried to climb at a place that is
Spectacular
Tiny by any standard, the Rock is never more than fifty feet high.
Dead vertical to 110 degrees overhanging. Hard grey granite.
The opening moves off the ground, even if you're tall, are 5.11.
So, past pulling by this gnome now,
I visit this great place once or twice a year.
With a chest harness in place, I dangle off the top.
Letting go I swing out into space, so have to buy rope, drop back to the tic infested turf.
I forgot to Deet, the wife is pissed, a profalatic dose of antibiotic is not yet indicated.
Tic bites here can be no joke.
I used to spend days here while the family camped in a court-yard by Marriott
home to cookers hard working way fair ers and an assortment of hustlers,
men & women.
Interned for more than a year, paid to stay to try to wreck the family.
to force the wife to leave me in this crack house.
While the card holders tripped around the world.
Hate me for the seemingly easy life I've led?
You , no one, would trade for this chapter of my life.
If I try to strip back, peel the onion it should sound worse, but I always make lemonade.
My wife say never share, then tells me of the times she was abused beaten and raped.
I demure, I know the( SKEEV)y bastard.
We had no choice the jobs we had in fact we're not earning as much
as the family divestment of slum holdings that would burn down,
the insurer was shown to be complicit .
It really took ten years off the life of my geezer dad. He was no prize,
If you belive in karma.
I absolutely make no apologies,
I did jobs and was on the clock punching in on a time clock.
I drove Acroos this tri-state, picking up sensitive information to be archived in a cave.
I kid you not, look up a company called 'Iron Mountain'
Or IMAR for short I was a plant by corporate who wanted to break the despot a
follower of a nepotism scheme that threatened the real world security,
that was the thing the company sold.
It was during this stage that I was unaware, of the duplicity of
my family's friend a fire bug at 70.
He went with a list from his real job, as the only insurer,
and caused fires on porches, awnings and stoops.
The point was to get more properties under his flag-ship,
Put all your eggs in one basket, is what he tried to get us to do.
We all smelled the rat but what to do?
We were tied to him he had the belay rope with twenty feet of slack in
a system that was broken down. Eventually
I stepped up and brought the hammer down
New Jersey Real Estate, is as dirty as it gets.
So is it across the board Mass might have been worse?
I'm glad I kept this place, not that it was ever gonna sell.
I told Cosmic this .
finally to night, I heard it on the news
Finally
Trump insisted in a NDA, just to share a dinner table.
I'm sorry I hate when people use odd letters as if anyone knows what they mean
An "N D A" ? A Non- disclosure agreement .
You would be met at a planned time and place
by a suragate or two with papers that held you to a level of confidentiality
as to date, time, place, and topic. It was also indivulized.
You signed it to have an audience , a fancy dinner with white gloved service.
At places like the restaurant on top of the towers.
The Windows On The World, The World Trade Centers' show place
That was one of the types of highest end establishements,
I went to a bunch, I never made it to the privateplaces in
the Hamptons, the snazzy digs at the tip of Long Island.
The wife, with her model room- mate went there a bunch.
The documents stand, this is a violation hey Trumppy come get some...
I know how fantastic it sounds but Real Estate makes for Strange bed fellows.
I got my Start in the bizz without a license, there for was paid under the table,
That ran me afoul of the taxman who took pity on my youthful arse
took a huge chunk, and saw to it that I got licensed.
This then was at the start ' 85 -'86 of the largest growth in value that had yet been seen.
It was the scene to make after Studio 54, and Platos Retreat.
The money, always follow the big cash, the deepest pockets that will pay you.
I five years I was a million dollar sales person one of the men to do so in my reagion.
Then I fell to a evil bi,
wow I've forgotten his name
Out of the Chester offic." ?.?
In my life they have all become Dennis or balcony Tony's
This Was A Dennis ( Hester, I think?) but that suspiciously
Similar to the disgraced politician Hasttert?
I can picture the man clearly whip thin dark and tall
he would have made a natural climber. His wife would wine
And dine me, to elisit his camouflaged liassons.
She was not diserving of the ( anti gay slur redacted) she divorced him for cause
They both died of AIDS
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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 - Oct 13, 2016 - 12:50am PT
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You don't have to go out of the house.
You just must use your mighty mouse.[Click to View YouTube Video]
"skeevy: unpleasant, distasteful, bogus."
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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 - Oct 13, 2016 - 12:59am PT
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You KNOW this is shopped, right?
Jim Cunningham is a very good photographer, the scion of his pioneer family and rancher. He no doubt found an old photo and shot a modern one, etc.
Here are a few from some folks I have met through the Merced County Historical Society over the years.
http://www.mercedmuseum.org/exhibits/past/camera_club.shtml
Lloyd Hall and his wife Donna were the very first people I met the first time I visited the Courthouse Museum. They are from LeGrand, now living in Merced. They were docents that day, and Lloyd gave me a tour.
Lloyd Bever, another of these folks, is a member of the MCHS and an avid photographer. He also is the doctor who operated on me when I had that accident which took my left thumb.
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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 - Oct 13, 2016 - 01:00am PT
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Tranquility NOW!
neebee, I am sorry to hear you've got problems with your arm.
NO POSTING FOR YOU!!!!
And absolutely no hitchhiking!!!!
Feel better soon.
Thanks for the little packet of puzzuzzles.
MFM
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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 - Oct 13, 2016 - 01:31am PT
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According to the US Census of 2000, 813 people have found Tranquility, California.
Merced's population is pushing 90,000.
It's amazing how the UC has entered the lives of the town.
Enrichment abounds here more so than ever, whether intellectual stimulus or fertilizer made from cow manure.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 13, 2016 - 01:40am PT
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I was adding ( that was a weird auto correct!) all that!
now I've seen your share so I'm not sure
I feel all creepy Crawlyy and need another shower I hate tics
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 13, 2016 - 01:58am PT
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When it says face plant can I go see it ?
If I have no such account?
If I have no such account can I whine that no one is in touch?
Why I have no book of face is a long story, life long
I've put some Skeevy jerks in their place three or four the big house and
a few that got away with shjt are out there and still scare the goose plant matter
outa' me
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 13, 2016 - 02:08am PT
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Noooo not Sasha!
I met her when it was a
Pedifiliac situation
She is really Really Smart!
She is all that
Holey shjt! When she was 16 we did a photo shoot
For an adventure travel company and she was one of the Talents.
For her appearance and willingness to dangle for the camera.
As much as Lynee ! She has it in every way
I hope she stops climbing soon. Whatever happened to Kattie?
Kattie Brown?
V10s in the '90s oh you must remember ? There is a video of her and hill in your ditch?
Maybe I'll add it
This junk is Shablet produced as you can tell
Be well man,
The hippest of hippe
We are a fading flash
I've got to get the photos to load if only to
Share Marks picture.
I'm scared that he has given up
it was A Saturday night planned share
and now it is Thursday of the next week
Sorry Mark
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Oct 13, 2016 - 03:26am PT
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Po et at tree
At three, by the sea
Afore me
Stranded off the shoreline
The canoe
Tossed by waves
The oars went missing
Overnight
The current won't behave
Crashing on the rocks
An aluminum framing tore my leg
A shark took me down
Down and down
Submarooned
Among the kelp beds
I drifted through an opening
Between the rocks
On the soggy sea bottom
The Moray Eel people
They swam about my lifeless corpse
Then took me by the leg
And pulled me in
A large underwater grotto
Adorned with shimmering hanging kelp
And crystals adorned
The ceiling alcoves
They took their masks
Placing them to my swollen face
I breathed at last
Organic clouds of rainbow mist
Perfused my lungs
I breathed again
You might say
They didn't trust me
The only rule
Don't ever rejoin
The ranks of men
We went through
A glassy portal
The home planet where
Transported
Were domes of platinum
Silver
And blue
They guided me to...
To the palace where
The Eel king stood
They bade me bow
I pledged to him
A false allegiance
It could by them
be understood
Returned for disloyal thinking
I walk the earth
A lonely man
The mark of the eel
Upon my head
Until the end
Sun up 'till bed
Fish heads for breakfast
Lunch and for sup
The mark of Moray
'Till I am dead
Been there
Done that
Too bad
Too sad
The end
-bushman
10/13/2016
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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 - Oct 13, 2016 - 05:32am PT
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^^^Nice ditty, my pen-pushing poet pal.I awankened with a jolt.
My body lay inert, headless, waiting to be turned into mulch, duff slowly covering my non-existent eyelids as it sifted silently into my non-functioning lungs.
I was heavy as gold, unable to move a single thing in what remained of my mortal shell. At the same time, my soul tingled and felt light as a feather.
Was that my soul, actually, or was it Ruby, licking my toes?
Stay tuned. Maybe Bushman knows. I still haven't finished awankening, so let him tell us.
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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 - Oct 13, 2016 - 06:16am PT
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More from Facelift--some may be repeats.
Big deal.
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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 - Oct 13, 2016 - 06:22am PT
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And we all appreciate it, too, kids.
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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 - Oct 13, 2016 - 06:34am PT
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The battle is raging still, mothers and fathers throughout the land.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Step back, Bob, and let a singer sing it.
Congratulations, you've more than deserved a Nobel for your poetry.
"The loser now will be later to win."
Nawmean?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 13, 2016 - 07:37am PT
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The bugs in the desk top, have to be in the memes!?
So take out every drive and yes! Success
Photos from the Sagittarius! (Auto correct is playing what zodiac sign are you? ) cannon ,
The reader read it I've got new snaps to share Not spectaclular but close the Video surveillance lands. . . .well thats not right? it seems that only yesterdays few snaps were read so its still not a shot of Mark!I sniveled up toward a chimney using the tree before trying any thing else. . .
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Oct 13, 2016 - 08:35am PT
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It was the Soul Man who gave us all our Dreams
'Twas the soul man
Who woke us all up
Last night we heard
The riveting vibrato
Of artists and painters
And clickyloo camera bassmen
The brick throwing writers
All the brassy brash trumpeters
With their bluesy throat warbling
And the rapping street truthers
Amid cowardly hackers
Rising o'er dins
Of the lowly hyped abusers
Running for offices
Of power
With short fuses
These despicable sleazes
Causing children to wheeze
On the gaseous emissions
Caused by lies thick as cheese
These vapid and impotent
People on their knees
Lower than fleas
All dismissed by the young
And the old as we live
Ready to receive
As we welcome new thoughts
Beautiful ideas
We forgive all the fodder
And give hail to free thinkers
The original dreamscapes
Gifted to our world
By our mothers and fathers
Welcome to the world
Newborns and litters
Of animals and others
The universal song
Of love is ours
For safekeeping to pass on
My sisters and brothers
The kids all know
Wake up you sleepyheads
These kids will all know
Like figures on the landscape
Get out your Ouija boards
The kids will all know
-bushman
10/13/2016
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