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AscentI do not know what drove me to ascend the rough-hewn path that lay before me, spiraling up and around the crag, a ledge no wider than two feet clinging to the bare granite of the cliff face, but driven I was. I abandoned the way I had planned, and all thought of the brooding clouds that hung in the East, clouds that seemed to boil with intensity and grow darker with every passing minute while the wind howled, harbinger of the brewing storm. My thoughts had long since turned from finding a place suitable to set up a shelter and wait out the coming storm to ascending the spire of stone, and though my experience in the mountains far to the WestAscent
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Stuff I likeI like moonless nights in the high mountains, when the air is fresh and clean, the stars cover the skies like countless diamonds, the milky way reflected in the mirrior pool of a mountain lake reveals a world of silver and shadow among the evergreen branches of the forest, the quiet flow of water on rock is the only sound that disturbs the silence, and I am the only man alive for miles. For there, more than anywhere else, I am at peace with the universe.Stuff I like
I like bright noon in New York City, when the sky is clear and the sun is high and the pavement radiates heat, when the rushing crowds envelop me as I look in awe upon
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Night and Day part 1As different as night and day.Night and Day part 1
It was an expression that never caught on in New Washington’s urban sprawl. For fifty years the lights of New Washington’s streets had shone from an hour before sunset to an hour after sunrise. Two generations of its inhabitants had lived without ever seeing stars or shadows. The municipal power service had a spotless record upkept by a budget to which money was no object; nothing could be more inconceivable than the lights going out. Nothing, perhaps, except that when the lights did go out, at seven minutes after three in the early morning of July fourteenth, three men loitering less than a b
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Ambassador Ch0THUMPAmbassador Ch0
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Whassat?
THUMP “His heart’s started up again,” I don’t feel so good…. THUMP
“Its only a matter of time now.”
THUMP “Looks like its speeding up. Same as always, nothing for me to do.” THUMP “Yeah. Well, have a good one Frank.” THUMP “You too Leese.” THUMP THUMP THUMP Thump Thump Thump Did someone ge
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- Current Residence: Twentynine Palms
- Interests: Mathematics an' such
- Favourite movie: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
- Favourite band or musician: The Stranglers
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Ayn Rand
- Operating System: Windows 7
- Favourite gaming platform: Computer
- Personal Quote: Knowledge slays hope. Hope slays men.
- Email: Eqult72521@aol.com
- AIM: Eqult72521
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"He knows a lot about Sean Connery."
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