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04-08-2007, 02:56 PM | #3241 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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theres snow on the ground its april -_-
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
04-08-2007, 06:27 PM | #3242 (permalink) |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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^and you call yourself a skier.
and just so you know, there's snow in the mountains, and it's GORGEOUS. I was in golden friday and saturday, skied both days in beautiful bright sun, stupidly warm weather, and then when we got back into town, changed into shorts and tank top since it was 20 above. Friday we pretty much spent the entire day after skiing chilling in the hot tub at the motel, didnt really change out of my bikini all day long, except when i thew on shorts and a hoodie to go for more beer. and you're complaining about the weather....sucks to be you
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
04-08-2007, 06:48 PM | #3243 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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the mountains are closed, and I = no money
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
04-08-2007, 08:53 PM | #3245 (permalink) |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
Posts: 1,536
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damn, sucks to be you even more. The last mountain close to me doesnt close till may 21st. although i'll be long gone by then....
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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