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animals are raytarded - this goddamn dog i live w/ does fuck all but lick his balls all day

we should probably all be buddhists - americans have far more in company w/ bubbas though

fuck, stamps are about as antiquated as the cold war itself these days

calamitous tragedy on st crispins - beacon bound, all hepped up n' frantic on a friday in the fall - the red devil, dead - i ain't quite laid 'er in her grave yet, but i'm assembling the titanic quantity of liquor likely to be needed to make it through the wake even as we speak - calling all nations - the universe conspires to deny me the finish to my heroic warrior-poet-god-king quest - i coast into a pro-christian octogenarian-infested polystyrene paneled diner as her soul ascends to heaven - later i work the diner's phone, star-dazzled on a true and wondrous high, hanging out on hold while reading photocopies of old billy graham prayers, trying not to sweat diamonds - the cavalry comes in at the cusp of evening, and i begin my sulk towards bethlehem to be reborn sweet, sweet devil, don't be dead!

considering a marmionship! don't know how you boys do it over in the motherland, but here in america you don't just get to make up your own goddamn words

dunno - pretty certain you gotta have some sorta ring though

seems awfully unfair for berlusconi to be left out of this party

oleg's getting married again?

in russia, club fight YOU

btw, oleg, love your new avatar image - is that from the russian version of fight club?

will look for you in the afternoon then as i romp around

st crispin's eve LI de die ascensus editi! 7 corner clambers in 4 dayz, hang in indian what have you - 28/30 laps now as the autumn augurs roar on just rightly - busy day at bacon - jim n' steve n' the horror of a kamikaze kamera - a crew of girlz on uprising and a nice right sight to follow behind for a few minutes, untethered from terrestrial concerns

i'll be out there aroudn 345 and likely won't have a partner

yes, virginia, there is a satan-claus

this is not 'nam, dude, it's climbing - there are rules i'm sure, was this the world of stalin, oleg would not have posted a word of our sordid trip, pravda tovarisch?

10/23 - A Hat Trick of Days at beacon this week so far, my 50th of the year - 26/30 laps now - jim's ride in the lot but lost he was somewhere in the immensity of the park - the Banal Ballad of the Big Breeze blowing down the Columbia - sport climbers wide-eyed on the way down

actually, that's the southern solution i'm no slave to the law and can't see why anyone would want to be - i wouldn't start a fire on the groudn in the park, nor use fuel i found on the ground there - hauling my own 3 logs from portland then lugging them 300 feet up into the air where there's not but rocks for sparks to settle on though... and yes, for the n'th time, doing a tr was raytarded, which is why i didn't do one

i learned by watching you, dad, i learned by watching you!

10/23 - day 49 - 24/30 laps this season - the Indian Summer Endures - breezy n' balmy - the base empty, save for the echoes of jim's recent remodel of the rock-blasted bits - mixes right well w/ the corner's new platform - just need to drop 2 more trees n' it'll be purrfect dave cat-calling from the ground as i began the 2nd pitch - lingered at tree ledge till he reached me, than had a ramble on up the rest of the corner together, bullshiting about the Life Beatardia

i swear the guy who hucked himself off the top in a hanglider sunday morning as i was taking a leak had a butt hanging from his lip

Yakov Smirnoff is not Irish and neither am I. Who cares? I, among others, care. Putting up a sport climb attracts crowds like flies to dung. Except the dung doesn't go away...it's been permanently installed....and the flies keep comin'! wasnt' talking to you - you managed to sneak yer post in a few seconds afore me

nothing more ironic than an irishman telling a russki to think clearly most of the erosion from sport-climbing comes from the parking lot, bridge, trail, etc. that it takes to get you to the base - but who cares?

anything worth doing... ...is worth having a hummer and a hot-dog after doing

Trafalgar this day but a bit more than 2 centuries ago! lord nelson dead on the deck of his flagship, who among us could fear such a demise or wish one more wondrous? - "kizmet" he clamored as death clamped its chokehold along his wind-hole, or was "kiss me hardy" more the thing? my 48th beacon-ramble for the fast-rotting year - the Breath of God on the wall, fall colors and fecund smells - the south side to meself - 2 laps, 23/30 for the year and me feeling suddenly like the weather-lords will allow the whole solo set