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of course wolves are homos

"He who believes in the wolf, becomes a snake."

A den of zombies at dawn Faces folded and blank to the clattering of zills The dead awake and stumble out into the day Severed and severe this dreary land Alone outside the limits of living things It tilts and tumbles through the frozen Vault of the timeless sky Who keeps the keys for the fool’s mouth and Has he lost them? Who wrings out the dregs Of days gone by? Who will turn Out the lights when the world ends And why?

if a sport climber breaks a bolt and goes screaming to his death...

nope. are you gonna ask me for 1/2 now? 'cuz i can get you half 'biner. there's ways dood, you don't wanna know about them, but believe me, i can get you a half a 'biner in 30 minutes - WITH nail-polish

That reminds me, I still have a carabiner that belongs to you. that's okay he has one of mine so just keep it - i of course have 2 of his so i'll just...uh... stuck rope's usually not anyone's fault, unless perhaps it's one of them always-tie-a-knot-in-the-end fellers who then don't clean the knot before pulling hte rope - and that guy's not asking for my money so much as having to prusik the line

i just want to be on the Winning Team when we score The Big One

x2 - just can't excuse losing shit off a wall, especially super-critical shit like a sleeping bag - that said, i've had gracious partners forgive me for doing stupid shit, so i'd have to consult my own holy-karma wheel before demanding payment

Meanwhile the merely Proficient are the Little Eichmanns of our erstwhile Professional Age

Methinks the Distinguished will be the first Put Against the Wall when The Revolution comes

genesis? looks north side n' i see one of them bolty-things

Woke up yesterday to a world on fire Jumped out my bed for to wake up my child Shimmied down the flagpole dedicated to this guilty land Wandered out to the desert with some bleach for to get on the lam Earth keeps turning man so fast that fucker won’t ever stop Linchpins of lords and lions pulling out of the critical blocks Kiddies come on now this new thing ain’t shot Paradise is just this side of the pisser n’ its looking pretty hawt

how come cute chicks never wanna do long trips w/ me?

spray needs a new crop of fresh assholes - ain't been no quality bull-shit'n in these parts in a mort of months...

i hear folks still see helicopter parts on occasion up in the crater area of mt. hood

the slesse crash has to be the Big Bull Loony of all nw airline disasters

believe it's the 16th today there lone ranger doubt i can make it but maybe the stars will align.

2 great things ole boy introduced me to: solo-aid technique n' squid-billies

looks like a shitter on stilts, you don't need no nw forest pass to park there perchance?

my one trip to the menagarie i caught tyler doing an fa on the zebra

10/12-13 - days 58-9, lap 39 - the tail end of my 40th birthday weekend - rambled out past prineville w/ ole'pat for a riot on steen's pillar n' the ringside rock - on the way home sunday stopped by the beacon-wand n' got tangled up in many late afternoon parties attempting the corner - settled for the first 2 pitches than rapped down the warrior and let pat led the first pitch of warriors as a weekend-cap - home for schnitzel n' beer n' bullshiting w/ my big brother - monday it was work and the post-bday-bash blahs - out to beacon in the late afternoon to a sad still-life parking lot scene n' coasted up the corner like a ghost, the world all silent and lonely - returned home to hear of the sad passing of the irascible and incorrigible corvallis-climber

no shrinking violet that one - opinionated and cantankerous for certain - wish i'd been on better terms w/ him before he went away - he idolized dean fry and jim anglin of course and sadly followed them in too-soon accidental demise - hope there'll be someone to continue his passion for replacing old gear and promoting the menagerie "wise sir do not grieve it is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning for every one of us living in this world means waiting for our end let he who can achieve glory before death when a warrior is gone that will be his best and only bulwark"

i sorta kinda climbed it years ago, still feel confused a wonky approach for sure - stay on the path!

w/ or w/o nitro?

10/8 - day 57, lap 38 - global warming gabby-gab followed by beacon rock balmy grabby-grab - the wind in the meadow - i wobble out of the lot, head full huge of life, awful hammer-struck by the stupid fucks of am radio - gusts from the graveyard - the regular ramble - the righteous walking up warriors - a pair of lovely lasses on the corner, one speaking w/ a lilting polish croon - would that everyday featured some such easy-on-the-eyes scene - a sealion hard upon the boat-slip, spraying in the golden light when it surged above the water-line to the terror of the terns - tourists on the trail, oblivious to the tumbling orb - a long ride home tortured by shrill tenors of the tendentious sort