the "uncharted east face" - 3 dec 1999

not altogether sure how long i can hold out here in the camp. getting a bit wintry....20s & all. with a massive bonfire, the whirring space heater, and the monitor heater running full monkey in the big room, we can just about maintain a sort of slightly chilled equilibrium that only improves beside the hearth. a very tenuous hold on the lake situation, here.

dredged this out of god knows where & it's just too good not to post. courtesy of alec smith....early 1993, time stamped 5 something in the morning:

"Wait dude. You up or what. Dude, gimmeee dream. Alright dude, five dream, and that's it. We got some snails to smash. ............

Alright. You got two guys. One with cancer. The other with his last pinky on the only crag left, hangin' on the uncharted east face. The one is thinkin', dude, shoulda fucked that chick back in Little Rock. The other's thinkin', sweet, ten mil for my offspring, thus my genes, thus my DNA, and ain't that what's important. ........

Wake the fuck up! Come on, man. That's no five. Dude, get up man. We got ten on the west front and three in the central plain. Alright. I suppose the shred will be worthy. Wait.....
..........

So the DNA cranks. Yet its basics never have really changed. Thus history continues to repeat itself. Yet the solution is expanding out of control. Marble turns to mud. .... "

well....yes, of course.

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