PostAWeek 9: Hanging on Belay – The Mile High Diaries, Page
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By David “Aging Bones”
Dysart
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The summit eludes me. Last week, I
pushed my abilities. I shook my body’s cry for sleep and journeyed hard for the
top throughout the night. It lies within my grasp, but slips through my finger
like the sands of time that flees from our youth.
“It
has halted my progress for the peak though, and as such, must halt for its
passing.”
I had hoped to make my final ascent
today. I knew that a camera crew would have welcomed me at the top during one
of their bi-quarterly filming excursions. The environment proved inhospitable,
and my lack of proper attire kept me from celebrating my finish on film.
I write this with my hopes of
conquest resting on tomorrow’s shoulders. I have still two weeks to finish my
triumph, but I face the looming height tomorrow with only 170 feet left in my
journey. To not finish then seems rather childish.
“...
my venture down from this journey into the maw of success. I hope it only deems
me worthy of spitting me out so I may travel for one last kiss next year.”
My arms do tense at the thought of
such rigorous climbing. My abilities have been thrown against this mighty slab
with no vertical progress. Bouldering has taxed my strength and left my arms
rigid with overuse. It is a feat that my body has not grown accustomed to, but
one that hardens them with every passing stint. It has halted my progress for
the peak though, and as such, must halt for its passing.
My last 60 yards shall not feature
an easy path for me. New routes have emerged that look to test my medal, and I
intend to meet them with all of the ferocity that my aging bones have left in
them to give.
“I
pushed my abilities. I shook my body’s cry for sleep and journeyed hard for the
top throughout the night.”
The night has settled upon me
quickly, and I fear time for this journal draws to an end for this eve. I hope
that my next entry comes during my venture down from this journey into the maw
of success. I hope it only deems me worthy of spitting me out so I may travel
for one last kiss next year.
No matter the time of my next
entry. I shall come bearing news. It waits only to be seen if that news comes
from my joy, my sorrow, or my anticipation.
“I
intend to meet them with all of the ferocity that my aging bones have left in
them to give.”
The Mile-High Diaries
David Dysart
February 27, 2013
Listening to
Justin Timberlake actually
Twitter Tag
I intend to meet this post with all of the ferocity that my
aging bones have left in them to give
Going faster than a
“Reply All” email, websites like mine will surely go your way
http://twitter.com/daviddysart All in
all, it’s just another post in the feed
http://daviddysart.tumblr.com/ I’m
gonna post some tumblrs
http://hangingonbelay.blogspot.com/
Got you stuck on my belay, on my belay like a figure 8
http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
Posts become as vapid as a blogger out in Starbucks
http://tiny.cc/Facebook_DavidDysart
This site has got to be the most pretentious thing
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134 – SotW 5 – This
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227 – PWND: TSHBRotCCPS
pt16 was some solid fiction content. Plus, that was probably some of the finest
Final Thought I’ve ever thought up.
I be on my rope, belay,
rope and, belay
Can I show you a few
things, a few things, a few things, little baby?
'Cause...
I can't wait 'til I get you on the
wall, good-looking
Going up so high, just like a
monkey
And I'll burn myself, but just had
to drop you
It's so fire and it's all my belay
Hey baby, we don't mind all the
watching
Cause if they study close, real
close
They might learn something
She ain't nothing but a little
doozie when she does it
She's so climb tonight
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