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on the bright side, his camera appears to be just fine

indeed, fucking w/ tweakers is like fucking w/ black-berry bushes - dangerous and fairly unlikely to result in the damn problem going away anyway

10/29 - day 52 of the year - redemption on what seems certain to be the dead last of the dancing days about the bacon-wand as fall upends and bumbles ever faster towards blasted winter - cold and crisp, dead air - i arrive w/o the red devil, desolate and gripped by autumnal angst - not a climber in sight and the sun rapidly setting on the south face - i scramble up to the last licks of light upon the first pitch, and pause, frog-like, in the frenzy of the fading furnace and Gather Strength - 2 laps on the corner, making me 30/30 for the year - from now on, like bj's after 7, every lap from here to the hereafter Pure Gravy

i hate snuff-porn before 2 in the afternoon!

if 522 had miscegnated with 502 i'd be a rock-hard no - yet 522 alone leaves me all bob dole half-hard

don't worry, i'm not turning my back on my li'l red devil jes'yet- she's got 3k left to reach a christian 200k, and i shan't deny her that glory for a mere 500 shekels - yes, while i've come by a minivan in the interim, i'm salvaging my manhood by clapping a thoroughly racist moniker to her - "the grey gook" beacon tomorrow anyone? might be the last chance to get some afterwork laps in 'fore the daylight savings bitch claps a stopper on my capers

bummer, but dem's the breaks (and yup, i've seen the marsupial region just as rat-fucked) - meanwhile, i bet not a single party did the west face route on the monkey, which is the 5.easy equiavelent for aid-climbing - coulda been a good day to indulge in the dark side?

wise sir, do not grieve 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

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?