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L0ngpause

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  1. Sing your praise commonfolk. Thou shalt preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil: thy presence of thine and the Lyger will be attending. May thou cup runneth over.

  2. I'll go with you if on these conditions:

     

    1) I go.

    2) I didn't drink excessively the night before.

    3) I did drink excessively the fortnight.

    4) You line the trail with rose petals.

    5) It's not pissing or even tinkling rain.

     

    I know I my bargain is hard driven. You know how to contact me . . . to be continued dot dot dot

     

  3. It's Drew the Rockstar! who are you then kix?

     

     

    & Mike Layton, what Marylou said, & stop making fun of me & calling me a cock jockey. Mike, thine sole name blisters our tongues. Thou bawdy malmsey-nosed lewdster! Wherein the resonanating sound of Michael Layton is worthy but in nothing! I hate you.

  4. I want to live here!!

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    Gary snyder wrote this when he lived in this lookout . .

    I the poet Gary Snyder

    Stayed six weeks in fifty-three

    On this ridge and on this rock

    & saw what every Lookout sees,

    Saw these mountains shift about

    & end up on the ocean floor

    Saw the wind and waters break

    The branched deer, the Eagle’s eye,

    & when pray tell, shall Lookouts die?

     

     

    & this too

     

    Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout

     

    Down valley a smoke haze

    Three days heat, after five days rain

    Pitch glows on the fir-cones

    Across rocks and meadows

    Swarms of new flies.

     

    I cannot remember things I once read

    A few friends, but they are in cities.

    Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup

    Looking down for miles

    Through high still air.

     

    Gary Snyder

     

     

     

  5. No numbers? Wow, that's suprising, I imagine Mike walking down the street corners of Portland handing out his number all over the place. Mike's line when he stumbles out of a bar and passes out his number to some unassuming portlander turning her tricks on the street corner, yelling "do you know who I AM!! I CLIMBED MOX PEAK DAMMIT!! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM!! yer cute. I climbed MOX! I am in climbing Magazine # 4562 Dammit!! Call me."-wink

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