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the gallup poll of least religious states in there is a hoot - who can't adore the irony of the land of the puritans being the cradle of modern atheism?

no difference between the two really, 'cept the old chute can feel more exposed b/c you're on a big broad, open slope instead of between some cool walls - maybe a bit more exposed to crap falling off the summit ridge as well.

tell me more of these "cookies" of which you speak

the strait up one - could do the first set of bolts, but not the second, which are at about the same height as that midpt old bolted anchor just below the old spike ladder - anyhow, i suck at climbing, and mostly just spray on this sit to piss off pink n' company reckon the grade's harder than 5.8 saw a fixed rope hanging on the line to the right and it looked as if recently cleaned - didn't have time to check it out - what you rate it as?

my kids have gotten right goddamn quick on their feet, and they don't believe a fucking word the White Man says to them!

sure, but by this logic, all of beacon must be torn down and rebuilt in order to move forward after my savagery.

wtf is this, a cheater stick?

imagine if the israelis did this kinda shit?

5/11 - a dozen days so far - 5 days this week - junuary kicked square in the nuts, but waiting in the wings it seems - good thing really, i'm on the verge of tweaking out my fingers already - dogs in my dreams, feeding on my feet - terror at daybreak, broken in the bone yard - the ringing of bells at all hours, the horror of home-coming gone wrong - dust, dust, dust - the bloody angle when the walls fell - spotsylvania on a warm spring evening - they sing the body electric, and then they too Pass Beyond

omfg i want to cape yer azz for that :puke:

all anchors i've seen on that side lately have been okay - some of the lead bolts on the various routes have the hangers locked into awkward positions, but i'd be a hypocrite to chide the artist who placed them

genesis was in much friendlier conditions than the other starting option to the right, which was just nasty, nasty dirty my first attempt at that bolted line above the big tree atop p2 - didn't go so well - jesus, that arete to right of the midpt anchor was just too goddamn hard to get started on...

:rawk:

5/10 - day 11 - linked strong arms w/ der phuzzy, all phresh from phucking himself good n' proper last burn'n'man, flensed scars from incisions all about his satellite-parts - to the n side we did fly, me w/ the big wall dumpster full of wine n' hammers n' what have you...beers n' butts at the base - the spike route ensconced in scum n' villainy - we scamper up the right side first, when ole'jim w/ a jingus-voice arrived n' whisper-hollered up at us - to the tree n' the site of new natural destruction wrought all around, stone-fall n' swathes of moss scoured off in flight - we rap back to the big boy for bitter conversation and big Olde Tymes - intolerance for them a week earlier w/ their wire-brushes - gut laughs n' tyranny gestated - adam n' i up genesis to the tree again as the sun glows low - i above that, but bailing on a bolt too steep to suss out in the gloaming - the base again, shade-slumming w/ pall malls n' precious beer w/o end - the stumble-fuck in the dark, the way-back-bent in style - departure n' parting - kevbone no doubt kluster-fucked, i conklude

either that or turning old folks into soylent green or maybe logan's run's more the ticket? renew, renew, renew!!!

it's good to go

details?

must be "killer bees" though, since it killed the pooch? members of congress don't go outside much...

5/8 - beatard day 10 of the year - jesus christ on a cum-stained cushioned couch, this'er fine weather just won't fucking quit! out to slouch and lounge around the bacon-wand once more, scrambly-scrambly here and there along the north wall - figure its about time to scoot up the spike route sans rope i reckon - on up to the slumit in rude circuitous style, but all the beauty on the scamper back down - a buxom couple encountered cruising on up the packinko-portion of the trail, dressed appropriate for a warm day - i cast down mine eyes, unworthy as i am, only to be brought up sharp by a strange question from the sultry lassie - a great gaping grin, "oh no, heaven's no, how could you think that and who might you be" - claimed to know me and my sorcerous ways, but most surely she must mistake me for some other beatard cunt? "you were that guy guzzling boxed wine and chain-smoking camels last summer!" - goddammit, i must stop meeting ladies of quality in my long aestival blacked-out ambulations, it augers poor for my alternate-reality amors! "AF is having problems w/ its fresh-water condensers"

at last seriously homely american chicks have someplace to emigrate

jesus christ, now there's an objective hazard for you. reckon that might be a first for "accidnets in north american mountaineering?"

it's still alive and well - 50 million more men than women in china today - oughta be fun to see how that plays out as they get older n' older

must be the friendliest part of the world w/ so many folks wanting to live in it?

in soviet union, duck ride you.