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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 26, 2017 - 12:31am PT
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hey there say, thocking... got it... just a sec...
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 26, 2017 - 04:41pm PT
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hey there say, tcocking... good... :)
say, mouse, oh my... i am sorry for no comment on those
train-tracks and river, bridges and such, here...
i had not gone back enough to see them...
really grand stuff and the fresno and river comments, too...
i always was interested in the rivers...
thank you so much!! great stuff...
and-- saw the lead up to the 'ready for surgery' but 'now detoured'
of course...
sending prayers...
hang in there...
god knows and god cares...
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 26, 2017 - 08:32pm PT
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Gnome said, 🌮, 🐭💔 . . . 🎷, 🎯, 🌈, 😳, 🎅🏻, Let me try translating this one for Mouse:
Taco, Mouse needs heart healing . . . music, playing, joy, delightful stuff, and make it like Christmas for him.
Or it could say: Taco! Mouse broke out and is making music, stopping at the local tavern for a game of darts, watching the rainbows, and other stuff. Did I get any of it right, Gnome?
Cosmic, thank you for letting us know he is home. So we can send stuff there now. Good.
Mouse, I know you won't see this for a while. Welcome home, healing sir.
ff
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Mar 26, 2017 - 11:15pm PT
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Elephant's on the Shroom
Not to be a Debbie Downer but I think the Gnome said...
Save your tacos for Mouse
'Cause it won't break your hearts
Lay some sweet sax blues down
While your friends play at darts
And hope on a rainbow
With lobster a la carte
We all make it to Christmas
And we're not blown apart
-bushman
03/26/2017
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 27, 2017 - 12:01am PT
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hey there say...
thanks to gnome for the neat code, there...
thanks to cosmic, for the update...
thanks to feralfae, for cracking the code, :))
and thanks to bushman, for repeating the code, for to see it better, :))
with re'do, translate... ;)
good, then, we can send our cars and stuff to his place...
wow, thank god, for prayers...
amen!
night now, to all... shutting out flames, for a night-light...
;)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 27, 2017 - 03:30am PT
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IT'S NOT A COMPETITION
The beauty here is so real
In tears for fair and fowl alike
The whys have no words
Thus a code to be
The Interpreter of
The feelings are clear
What's been said
We love you mouse!
well, we will keep
Your embers hot
Till you've got your
Breath back
To bellows at
The Flames.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Mar 28, 2017 - 03:09am PT
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Satori at Two AM
(No Clomp-petition.)
Lost to thee
I am drenched in the grass stains and tractor grease
Of my own springtime malaise of garden work
Overdosing on fumes as I overdo
On Easter preparations
Overfed and ensconced with paperwork
And too many eleven hour workfests
With holi-day tax-day race-day vacation-day retirement-someday plans
I've used up all my luck cards
And now rely on scarred up flesh
Worried tendons and brittle bones
To carry me to the next stage
Where the world rotates and hurdles on
Ready for what insect ramblings
I scurry-ingly busy myself with
In whatever possible future scenarios
I transfix upon the next time
That out of the way
To Mister Mouse
I'm wishing you the best week
And coming month of April
For a speedy recovery
From those phalanxes of germs that ail you
And hope your springtime pleasures
Outweigh the outlandish measures
That tumble down
From the shitdiggity of our nations capital
And all your sodden or unsodden sundays
Leave napping a priority
While we await your next photo gallery
Hoping to view an unending visual shutter fest
Cascading to the Flames thread
From the Tower of Mousengard
In what moments you desire
To enlighten us
Marching clock
Ten minutes is not enough time
To say to the dawn
Don't vex me
Go long nighttime
I love you like the daylight
But like the daylight in its own time
I would linger with you here if you would let me
Oh misty nightmarch
Clip clop clopity clop
You march along
So goodnight in advance my lady nighttime
Morning mistress of the dawn
Arrives too soon
But she is waiting
And with that
I say I don't know much
But utterances in Gnomespeak
Clear my mind at least
But to any others
Who might read this
It's probably just confusion
-bushman
03/26/2017
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 28, 2017 - 03:24am PT
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I've two to offer but little to say
Just a hey And how you doing ? Mfm, too
and of course, heavy healing vibes get thrown your way
Ever hour er two.
the go bra ugh ! Earring O da? No no that Irish thing they say ?
It seems I've been met by a Shillelagh,
It's ok, I've got the ween on ,
Not just the band ,
( the spelling of Irish club so tough!., Ugh! It threw me off; I lost the YouTube cut and paste)
So It was the. Cigar Box, "Rooster Blues* from 7/15/12 that brought me to it *
There an incredible nine -string lap Steele bass /hybrid, [Click to View YouTube Video]
Gotta go
[Click to View YouTube Video]
a bunch of other videos: StLoius hotel Room Blues, Coast Highway Blues,
A single string extravaganza, a Licensce Plate Re-verb, cigar box, and a strung Shovel !
zB"?
from the 27th post to the "50 years of Purple Haze" Thread,
& again at
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1916794&msg=2961640#msg2961640
The Hendrix Experience,
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=2958640&tn=20
Mostly another education in a musical great-One, thnx zB.
/—–/\**/•—••••**
healyje, Trad climber
Portland, Oregon, Mar 28, 2017 - 06:10am PT
zBrown, you should let your nephew know they're infected with a virus...
infected with a virus...
Argh! I'm living proof of one thing Chainsaw said.
I'm now living fat and happy or fat anyway.
After way more than 30 yrs,
I've got a real feel for how to
I can't always drag the bowling ball belly up,
But I can tell you how to.
( actually , the thing about building muscle memory "engrams" and such is the straight dope)
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Roger Breedlove
climber
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Mar 28, 2017 - 04:09am PT
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Heal up fast, Brian. Spring is a sprung-agun. Beast, Roger
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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 - Mar 28, 2017 - 08:41am PT
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I'm back. :0)
Happy hippy joy joy
With Day-Glo and Tie-Dye
It's Mousie in the sky sky
With Lucy and the Big Sky Guy
Thanks for the good wishes,
All the live little fishes.
Tad--
Catch and release 'em
But don't try to please 'em.
They will settle for worms and crawly things
Or pale dun imitations of strange bugs with wings.
For now I am using the internet connect at Wired Cafe...no pics possible.
Dayamn!
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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 - Mar 28, 2017 - 08:49am PT
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Three Blonde Mice
Three blonde mice
Three blonde mice
So far they've avoided the farmers' wives' knives
Just trying to get away with their lives
Of the things that they've seen they're unable to say
For their only concern is with getting away
From the deadly blades the wives put into play
Three blonde mice
Three blonde mice
But Mrs. MacGregor's a blonde as well
Otherwise they'd all be down in hell
Three blonde mice
Three blonde mice
--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 - Mar 28, 2017 - 09:30am PT
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I'm outta here for now. Mo' lata.
What's for breakfast?
A knife in the foot, dropped while cutting peppers for home fries.
Mr./Miss Adventure got out the pressure tape and Charmin and it's all good.
Hurts to walk fast.
But I don't go fast, only low and slow.
Manana.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Mar 28, 2017 - 04:00pm PT
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Vintage Mouse buttshot.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 28, 2017 - 09:20pm PT
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Here, Mouse.
Some beautiful music with some beautiful images too. Kitaro.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hxO_RB27jk
That's the best I can do right now.
Sending happy thoughts that you are home, and also lots of prayers and good wishes.
ff
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Mar 29, 2017 - 05:53am PT
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In the Tower of Mousengard
Targeted lately by the spiny Bugfolk
There rustling through the rafters
Traces of powder residue
Graced his footprints where he went
From the turret to the citadel
Upon his honor with bearded face
He swore oath and allegiance
To family first and friends that last
Feet first along the parapet
Where downward to the world he cast
A watchful and a piercing gaze
Bespectacled he squinted through
The humid dragon scented haze
Gnome and Cosmic held court below
A casting to the wizards well
With dismal nauseating rhythms
Their paisley psychedelic spells
To hold at bay the Zoyzugorth
An evil wretched creature fell
With rancid fumed and dripping wings
Unto its lair no man could go
Lest pennies from the dead man's eyes
Be paid to tread and enter lo
It's lair to cast an intrepid look
Into tendril lined and veinous eyes
And dare the fates by hook or crook
And what may he of the manner behold
But a maiden fair and bright goes there
Among the wooded park below
A flight of hoozenganzers lift
On wing in unison they go
As tread she soft upon the clover
At dusk of eve the lady Feralfae
In a quilted lily gown she wears
As hummingbirds follow braiding at
The length of her long hair
As in rote her chanted incantations
Underneath her breath does hover
Restively with rapt fixation
Bearing gifts to cheer and heal
With intoxicating sustenance and
Beverages to partake with meal
Across the planked moat bridge
O'er watery sea creature cenotaphs
Into the citadel that houses all
The ancient mariner and cyclops bones
And way above the parapet there sounds
The hornblower who's turret peals
With a Zbranken and Zbrown sound
Rendering caught off guard our minds
With strange hypnotic vibrato rounds
As a moaning tantric saxophone unwinds
The Tower of Mousengard it stands
Where spiritual revelers stop and go
But a mystical being in Flames remains
A flickering there to and fro
But the names of many too many to recall
Though they are here upon these scrolls
Enshrined by a flickering Beowulf
Afire like the soul that burns hot like coal
And speaks to you in the dead of night
Of Ishtar's pilgrimage to the underworld
Of wild unfolding odyssey's of fright
Soothing beyond humanity's impertinence
Aflame in the Tower of Mousengard
A thaw to our cold diverse divergence
-bushman
03/28/2017
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