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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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I Was just getting here!
And then it pops up to the top and I feel my verve redirected. . . .
Good gawD that sizzling weather I read that it hit 106 in Frenchman Coolie?
Wher the hell is that I could just check as it was last night I read it but now I must get the horse shod and find a job that pays for vet bills o am sure to I cure,
Z I feel you,
I love my dogs so much
I am still not
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OVER IT!
The new bitch is that Hanna get the treatment ?
Well no but who the hell is Hanna?
In this case I will edit correct and spellcheck some other time,
Now back to the dogs. . .
Stay cool if you can
Hey, my buddy with MS has my shooting stick, a mono pod with a camera mount, & the anchor from the top, consisting of three attaché petzal suspect 'biners, not the Mexican kind they are rumored to be
Knock offs from China .
I have not told the peril one of my gear of the suspect nature of the gear.hhhmmmm?
I have not told the perloiner of the gear. . . .of its suspect nature,
Rite it write or take a class ? Is the glass half full or just as empty as my bowl?
Later on in the future, well after this or that was scrawled across my grape,
The Ickes kitten called me out again after Reilly did not like my use of the Ph in place of the F in uckers, Or maybe this the fun to play with state name that I was directing at the two climbers 'FEAR' & DanaB both from Connecticut that I took the liberty of spelling wrong (ly)
Coon yet got rocksecut.
Thanx again this is a safer place if you care I think it be in the speeders three I got no but I got no I spades so I am a wealthy No -G- ME. . .
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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What?
Of course I did not read it yet, sorry about that. . .
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What always gets me is the way my mistakes make sense to me
The thing up there that makes no sense
Was about to talk about my new girl dog needing fixing, spayed is for cats I'm told
But the word for dame I used and the wondered aloud up thread if the word bitch would read that way or this;
B#€%H?
Well now that the thing is writ. I likes it!
soon so too
More no delete than more delete ya get that?
The devil is in the details
Her tail is great!
A service in the danger hood allows for a thirty dollar fixing and less for pit bulls Rottweilers
And Shepard's.
So as to the kennel ear, do you see it? I will continue
She also has an abscess sore at the top of her tail near the joint of the but? We are cleaning and with a hyperdemic pushy thing washing out the now reduced to almond size lump with diluted hydrogen peroxide
If this and her ears do not resolve,
After a query of Dale Perswig?!
A vet may need to be paid for.
She is a great dog ,only my second bitch but the first that needs the fix.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 9, 2015 - 11:14am PT
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Not one of the most popular words with many folks, I got a lecture from my neighbor John Decker on that and the Niggah word, too. Two lectures. He forgets nothing, either.
He will forgive you, however, once you've heard his lecture.
Kinda like bein' a younger brother or a son...until then--
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Speakin' of older brothers, Happy 69th Birthday, Mike!
From about that same era, about Watergate.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Palms have been here in the far past, surely. In that sense, they are native. The ones planted in the middle of N Street were placed there in 1902, thus ensuring the feeding of flocks of pigeons for the next century and beyond.
Latest crop of squab, this morning.
Also, as long as we are in this part of town, there was an ungodly racket that awoke me from my mid-morning slumber.
Guys pulling wire for the electrification of the smoke alarm/cut-off system for the elevators. SEVEN MONTHS to do this work a pair of 8th graders could have figured out!
"Pull green."
"They're both orange."
"Pull orange."
"Which orange?"
It's dirty work, workin' around pigeon turds.
It's a thankless task,
if anyone should ask,
or in so many words.
"Fool."
"Bitch."
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Elevator. Such an uplifting word!
Gettin' sick of the Stairway to 307, rhymes with heaven.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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So many times in the last week or so that I have needed a camera
To day along the stretch that so many of my pics are from,
Along the water bordered by a low but not hip wall was a flying
Great blue Heron. It was in synch with us and we were traveling,
At the speed limit, well close to it anyway the bird in flight was twenty feet away and about thirty feet above the water, the view we had from the road way made it seem to be flying
Right next to us one could see its eyes but I was driving .[Click to View YouTube Video]
Okay ekat?
Boy that thing is just no fun so much of the time .
And to say that Reilly too expressed agitation at my scatalogical immature word play
Was a surprise!
to me his avatar face says volumes as to his state of mind.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 9, 2015 - 03:24pm PT
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Blue heron flyin'
What a bitch
Must be the season of the _.
I wondered about Reinero's today, were or were not they closed?
Turns out, they WERE Closed, but NOW they are Open,
And man, that's just what in the hell I was hopin'.
They closed for VACATION...the nerve!!
I gave Steve a piece of my mind and he gave me a steak sandwich
(THE HORROR!!)
and a Bloody Mary for twenty...one knock-out of a B/M, I must say!
That was Rachel's version of Tina's version of the SPICY variety.
Since the Merced County Fair is happening this week, and since old tractors are going to be displayed, I called on Steve, Dos Palos native, to tell me, did he know the Priors, Ivie and Bill? Ivie bossed Liz in the ER when we hooked up in '90.
They've retired, older than me by five or more years, and sold her little video store in DP, sold his equipment rental business (all sorts of GIANT-SIZED Cats, Deeres, and other earth-moving metallica), and bought an RV de luxe.
They were living a month at a time in one spot in Alaska, would pull up stakes when the SS checks came in, then move to another spot. That went on for three or four months a few years ago. Last he heard from their daughter, they were sort of settling in Sacramento.
Life at random acres...
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Did Reilly ever meet Jesus? Did he ever get to watch Norman Greenbaum on stage? Well, I have, so stick around.
Signs and wonders shall abound...as well as false prophets.
In de end times, see, de firmament gonna dry up, all de mud gonna be caked, and de sand gonna start blowin' in. It's like dat in ALL dem end times.
For my Berkeley acupuncturist...cheers![Click to View YouTube Video]
For the Poet in the Wilderness of Farms
We'll always have Pixley, dear Wilma,
Foggy bottom or hell-fire skillet,
Nothing, no nothing will ever kill it.
Needles rising on the farthest horizon east of the modest downtown
And flat lake dried up and cut off from further irrigation by high-seated men
Driving back and forth with giant earth-killing machines.
That's what we got. That's why we paid taxes on what little we earned.
And we had no thought for any "tomorrow" or "next generation" or "progeny."
Today was what mattered back then.
--MFM
And to seal the deal we planted date palms one Easter Week.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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I was thinking' of nee bee; not clogging' the down load and all, but this I wanted to post to be seen because they are all but forgot
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I was all excited this morning to hear and see about the fire fall that was resurrected
http://yosemitefirefall.com/yosemite-firefall-glacier-point/
(Not the wiki page, also good )
and the tunes of course,
it made me think
and
lo what did ifind?
well it is the whole show at shoreline !
the opener is 'Let The Good Times Roll' with Bob at his very good 'cause if you asked him he would say he plays hottest (best) when away from the west coast, at least that is what he used to say to keep uncle Max or was it Less? from feeling' left out on the lefter coast,
as i said I did not find a single, so it is the full show from Today!?
well twenty-five years ago today, any way.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8aaDzVwyNM
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 9, 2015 - 08:13pm PT
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About the Firefall, the icon of old-time Yosemite, the Curry version, that is...
and James McCauley, who began the tradition, there is this...
From The Mariposa Gazette, 1911.
"ACCIDENT NEAR YOSEMITE.
James McCauley Dies from the Result of a Runaway.
James McCaulev. one of the best known pioneers of Yosemite Valley was killed in a runaway accident on the Coulterville grade going down into the Cascades of the Merced river, in Yosemite Valley, last Saturday morning about 7 o'clock. Mr. McCauley left his home at the Big Meadows [near Foresta] about 6 o'clock that morning with a load of beef which he was taking to the valley.
When about three miles from his ranch the team which he was driving became frightened from some unknown cause and ran away down the grade. After running for a distance of about half a mile, the wagon tipped over and Mr. McCauley was thrown out, sustaining a broken neck, several broken ribs, a mashed head and face and other cuts and bruises.
No one witnessed the accident, but the track of the wagon on the down grade indicated the manner of the accident. Mr. McCauley was probably instantly killed.
The body was found by a party of campers coming out of the Yosemite at about 10 o'clock the same morning, the team was standing quietly in the spot where the wagon had turned over, and Mr. McCauley's body was found lying on top of the load of meat.
The campers, seeing that the man was dead, returned to the Cascades and notified Mr. Haskell, who at once telephoned to the army surgeon in the valley. The surgeon and a detail of soldiers went to the scene at once and Mr. Haskell went to the Big Meadows, where he notified Mrs. McCauley and her son Fred. As soon as the surgeon and soldiers arrived on the scene an inquest was held, it being found that death was due to an accident as stated above.
It had been one of the requests of Mr. McCauly while living that he should be buried in Yosemite Valley after his death. This request was made of Major Forsythe, but that official had no authority upon which to grant the request, so the body was brought to Merced this morning and the funeral will be held from the Odd Fellows hall this evening at 5 o'clock and interment will be in the I. O. O. F. cemetery.
James McCauley was born in County Antrim, Ireland, May 10, 1841, and came to California in 1868, settling in Yosemite Valley in 1870. In 1871 Mr. McCauley built the short trail to Glacier Point [Ledge Trail] and erected the Glacier Point hotel, of which he was proprietor for 18 years.
After retiring from the hotel business Mr. McCauley went to his Big Meadows ranch, where he has since resided, being engaged in the wholesale butcher business, supplying the Yosemite Valley and a number of mining camps with meats. He was married in Coulterville in 1873 to Miss Barbara Wenger, who survives him. Three children, Jules McCauley of Groveland, and John and Fred McCauley of Yosemite, are the result of the union.
Mr. McCauley became a member of Mariposa Lodge, No. 39 I. O. O. F., in 1869 and retained his membership there continuously. He was one of the best known men in Mariposa county and extended his acquaintance to all parts of the world by entertaining the hundreds of tourists who visited the Glacier Point hotel during the time of his proprietorship.
He was also well known in Merced. Stanislaus and Tuolumne counties and everyone who had the pleasure of knowing him speaks a kind word for his character and offers a strong regret that he should meet so unkind a fate.
After the death of Galen Clark, which occurred last year, Mr. McCauley was the oldest pioneer in the Yosemite valley.
Mr. McCauley's death brings to mind the death of a former friend and pioneer, J. M. Hutchings, which occurred about eight years ago. Mr. and Mrs. Hutchings were driving on the Oak Flat grade when their team became frightened and ran away, Mr. Hatchings thrown from the wagon and killed, whileMrs. Hutchings sustained no injuries.
Mr. Hutchings, Galen Clark and Mr. McCauley were close personal friends for many years and each loved the beautiful valley where they resided with a tenderness that was almost a passion. With [Like] Galen Clark, his love for Yosemite was the one great passion of his life and he cared naught tor anything but to worship nature and be close to his old friends.
Mr. Hutchings and Mr. McCauley, while also great lovers of nature, were both endowed with much business ability. Mr. McCauley's ranch at the Big Meadows is one of the beauty spots of the mountains and is a valuable piece of property. As the news of his death reaches the homes of the people the mountain country there will be genuine sorrow and regret from one end of Mariposa county to the other for this good man was loved by all.
Merced Sun, June 26, 1911"
It's interesting to note that JMac and the Washburn Brothers of Wawona bought the first lot sold in Merced from the CPRR, the one where the venerable but far from saintly El Capitan Hotel stands today. It's empty but for the caretaker, Johnny. It was originally the site of the Washburn's transportation operation in Merced, called the El Capitan Stables.
As a memorial, the Firefall could not have been a better, more fitting icon for a man who brought 'civilization' to the wilderness. He was not misguided in this, or if he was, in your eyes, he was not much different from the rest of the pioneers. Let us say that, for his time, he was a decent exponent of how one should live life.
Hey, Blessed Nick Fiore was a downhill skier. What can I say?
Saint John Muir was a shepherd and a sawmill operator.
Blessed Junipero Serra only helped up to half a million to extinction.
{I know that's a cheap shot, but I'm lettin' it stand.)
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 9, 2015 - 09:35pm PT
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Was feeling pretty surly, out of sorts, most of the day.
Tryin' to get hold of somethin' which avoided me till I lay down and got a cap nat.
I remembered.
Twenty-five years ago I hooked up with Liz, my late wife, on the night of my brother Mike's birthday, June 9, 1990.
Have I got the math right?
Anyway, next night, the tenth, I went over to Liz's and never really parted from her except for climbs (just a few) and time in jail (just a few, DUI).
Sorta like Randy and Gypsy's story, only not in many ways, too.
Felt good to realize I had NOT FORGOTTEN this major anniversary. It seems like a technicality that we had a celebration of our union some months later.
Nina June woulda been the name of any daughter of ours.
So, this is for my Mrs. who I misses.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Of course, it wasn't the first time ever I saw her face--I'd known her for years and years.
But the tenth of June was the first time ever I saw her PLACE, tastefully done with NA baskets on the wall and an ancient Greek hardwood table, littered casually with doo-dads from her crafting, and liberally adorned with dog hairs from a Golden Retriever, Rusty, who never retrieved any gold but delivered us loads of fun.
I'd best be on my way, it may rain tears here any minute.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Gordon Who?
"When the green dark forest was too silent to be real."
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Jun 10, 2015 - 02:24am PT
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So much info too after what I already read and knew, But what does
I. o.o.f?a cemetery? One of the true settlers of the wild valley the cathedral of America
And the magnetic draw to the world to see America, I would have liked to hear that his wish for his eternal rest be in the Valley had come to pass.
Seems like the grubberment, could have recognized his place and found the right space. . .
thanx the fact that I am here and the vacant sister is there in Cali ,
rips at me, just as the tooth that left my mouth yesterday used to do
Hallaluya that how us agnostics spell it!
The buyer a the half size Trader Joes that is our local store, likes my choices of beer.
He chuckles when I choose badly and nods if he thinks I have it right.
I buy one or two at a time just to try, I like hard liquor now more than beer
It is all medicinal now, every thing and any thigh to help me sleep some more.
Enter
Not Your Dads Root beer, a new selection here,
and between the sugar and the alcohol (7%) F
And some left by the kids potato nuggets. . .
I was sick all night!
I rode the porcelain train for the first time in years.
and my space stinks.
It is past dawn on the hardest day for me
day three of no medicine
And none till the twelfth unless .. . .?
I can be a true icky dick with out my calming 'moke.
That said I try hard to stay on track and keep to a measured budget.
I am such a lite-weight,
if I consume too much too fast, you know I have such a hard time,
head rushes with a seizure component .no visuals though,
I almost sound disappointed . . . ? I am not, but it reads that way, oh well. . .
This was redirected from the Great trip report, On going to Yemen, from Chic on Ice,
I feel that it needs to be said but not there so here if that is okeedonkeyballs?
This is not going to be well received
But here goes nothing,
I love California ! No I'm not posting to the wrong thread
I love New Hampshire and as is clear Nj and Connecticut too
When I was waiting to pick up the Sable Shepard's records Ahmed confided that
The dog was just so much trouble and if I brought her back he might not bother finding her a home and he showed me his bulge, it was a hand gun,
I was there to get the paper work but this Arab American wanted to share that he loved
And was proud to be becoming an "American dog" his words He explained that his family was Palestinian and if by my nose I was a Jew then this transaction proved that there is hope for the world.
There is always hope!
I am not a Jew and seriously question the existence of God.
I was more interested in his comment of being an American dog?
He explained, that in half the world he knew his puppy mill dogs were
Better off than most if not all the children in his other world experience.
When we, entitled citizens of the world, get to look in on another side of life ,that looks and sounds so different that it could be a scene out of some Dante-like hell.
It is an amazing and confounding moment for sure.
I am very sensitive to the plights of the common population
But!
The world, as it is in 2015 can and should stomp the place until the muoo lahhs
Teach peace!
They do not want peace
or care to live past Islam to reach a better place for all
they need to capitulate, assimilate and call the Koran what it is a book of hate from the past .
Why all the fawning over this?
I am going to regret that I said all this because from where we sit we can throw stones, get up smoke and drink look and laugh with un covered friends , hold hands show body parts, this gets old fast
Free the muslim Hoard, give them liberty close all the Madrssas, open schools teach women and girls ,
Blah blah blah,
Do you get it?
If not then go to the side that claims we are the evil while they consume ther own.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 10, 2015 - 03:22am PT
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I swear that I typed for twenty minutes a reasonable reply to your tirade.
Like you have experienced, recently, to your chagrin, it's disappeared as soon as I switched screens to look up a citation, no, a song lyric. That screen locked, no cursor, dammit!
You know the rest of the story, it finally unlocked and for a brief second my text appeared, only to have the screen revert to the desktop.
The gist was that this is not how you would treat a climb.
You'd roll up your sleeves and go back to work on the project.
The project here being to love thy neighbor or the guys in the black hats.
It didn't work well with the Nazis, but no one had balls back then.
I'm not sayin' our leaders are eunuchs, but they are all just out for "their own," the ones who think they are in the catbird seats, who fear loss of control.
Well, Virginia, no one controls sh#t.
The circle of hecken for haters is huge.
There is only you, the hater.
You look good in the mirror, but there is no one to whom you can compare yourself except the last guy you saw, pointing to the vasty huge circle and saying, "Go there. Sit. Stay."
I don't like that image and would rather eat hot sh#t than make another man eat hot lead because I'd given less than my best to try to get them to see light, not dark, blah and blah, yada and yada...
Oh, for gooly godness' sake, it's a Whiners Update caused that glitch.
What a bitch. FOLK YOU, GATES!
I just got up to take a pee and check the board, read some more of Shirley's bewk.
It's too bad we don't have the pharmaceutical ability to just feed these idle MooseLahs some Blue Cheer or some Windows Pain and be done with the hate, but we tried that in the sissy sixties, din't we?
Oh vrah. My Windows need new blinds.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 10, 2015 - 03:36am PT
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Mush better we get folks laughin' their troubles away, but it's not that easy.
Problem one, YOUTH.
They come along to replace the ELDERS once a generation and since they don't know sh#t, they haven't listened to the dialog of the past and don't seem to care to do so, they make the same lame mistakes.
Dogs are the same damned way.
You only get the results you seek with a gentle demeanor, a forgiving manner, and encouraging words and a steady diet.
Problem two, MEDIA.
I can't go there. It's all been said here on the ST Forum by experts anyway.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Jun 10, 2015 - 03:59am PT
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Now one I read
and yes yes
The reason that you got to read it
and it is what at this dark point is in my hater head
I want to go to Egypt and see that darn Sphinx
Just now on the news the humane waste tried to blow up folks in the tourist site of
Luxor, I will have to settle for the one in 'Verylikeit Vegas ' NOT.
In kublacan, man that and a beach in Rio!
To poems come to mind! oops wrong to it is, 2 To. Too two then there is toughe! .?
I hope you know them both . . .
I want to read the next so hold on a bit or go back to bed.
The Giants beat the Metropolitans
The young gun only in his thirteenth start! A no hitter and in NY, to make it that much more sweet!
Congrats on that it was an outstanding display of pitching!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Jun 10, 2015 - 04:12am PT
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Two
that is the thing or
yes again to laugh you must understand
And I was cross with our new charge and she
looked hurt and in wonder,
she likes to coop, crawl under things, a remnant of the box and cage,mentality.
and thus disconnect,
un plug and f*ckupthe tangle of wires under the desk.
I can not have that '
Loose connections and dust and dander is the main cause of house fires, after the kitchen blazes.
See if this makes it seem the better part to play,
We are not able to change human nature but we can stop teaching hate.
The game is to bring in USA dollars boys and girls to die, and increase the coffers of all the bumderments they sit lording over the populations starving for all that humanity's existence
Can and should be. While substantial life passes by
It make a good hart cry.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 10, 2015 - 07:24am PT
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No amount of sleep can make me sane.
All former life went on the wane
As soon as it happened.
It takes too much out to tango here
Mambo there, dancing happy everywhere
And keeping up with Jones.
I feel it in my bones.
But if we all were clones
I would not feel so all alones.
I'm sad and grey as yesterday
Spelt with an "e" or with an "a."
And then came the dawn, such a sad sun-spawn.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 10, 2015 - 03:47pm PT
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Recent gifts from afar...
Buffillolo gals, won't ya come out tonight?"Bison under the Big Skyenjoy lush meadows on the foothilld much as they did centuries ago. Public and private preservation efforts, rewarded by attention from tourists, plus renewed demand for this animal's delicious, low-fat meat, account for the comeback of bison in this century [make that the last century--the postcrd was printed in 1998]."
And dance by the light of the moon?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Jun 10, 2015 - 06:36pm PT
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I am hopping or hoping and I'm not sure who holly is but I think my wife felt it was a Holey now auto correct says no so holy is respectfully spelled thusly? holy sh!t I didn't think it a swear then of course Im so course from my last futile years of driving for a living that i just do not care like ishould
She would have had nothing to do with the man I've become in the last twenty years .
I would still have gone for the conquest so that is just how it is here in small rock hell.`
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 10, 2015 - 07:50pm PT
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It's a conspiracy of dun crows, I tell ya! No other way to explainedit Lucy.
I sent a picture of two vultures to rSin to cheer him up after he found he's being forced out of his living quarters. He thought they were crows.
I made sure he knew what they were. The crow was Liz's spirit animal.
And now this here from you there, to boot!
Rooftop Kitty and Skittish Miss have been trapped and hauled off to the animal shelter/death-camp! Roofus is likely not dumb enough to fall for bait-in-a-cage. I hope!
Got this piece of news this evening from a lady who lives next to the rooftop in the brown apt. building, who claims nothing to do with their removal due to odors of urine from under that building.
I refuse to be all mawkish and upset, for they were only fantasy pets who likely would have clawed anyone who got too near.
In other news, the fire escape still beckons and the Sierra Nevada await their destiny--eventual eradication.
I'm going up to the fifth floor, lookin' for some vertigo.
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