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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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There’s never a grizzly bear around when you need one.
We don’t have grizzlies here on the Gulf Coast but our bull sharks serve the same purpose.
Mothers Nature knows best and makes accommodations.
Why not send him to a convention of Social Justice Warriors.
In this case, a single stick in the spokes.
The noise of him landing on Satan’s Squeezebox would be glorious.
Is it too much to expect that one might walk in the wilds without being assaulted by the cacaphony of some wanna-be circus act in training? WTF!
Ammo would be a waste. Stick in the spokes should do the trick.
7:18 am. Only two cups in. I could have just moved on. Instead, I hit the arrow. What was I thinking?
And you guys make fun of Florida Man.
At least Florida man thinks he knows what he’s doing.
That guy ain’t no Weird Al Yankovic!
Yes but the irony of the direction the barrel is pointing gets lost.
They make All-Terrain-Unicycles? Huh.
Where’s the cougar…here kitty,kitty…follow the moron…
The Sierra Club meets The Gong Show.
Rainbow person. Go to a Rainbow gathering. You will see many, many such examples.