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  "Dumbass Mogul" by jpg 14 runs by 2.  Mush groins and quads, feel good.  Found my technique early.  Never waited in a line, on the lift 5 minutes after leaving our jeep...  One minor wipe on a dumbass mogul. "Flat Took My Skis Off"  peoplesDuke The powder is so thick here, caught an instep, the right ski wiggled violently.  Flipped and almost stayed up while traveling backwards towards a cliff.  Went down and tumbled.  Piece of cake compared to Spider Mountain.  However, flat took my skis off and walked down like a beaten man, sat at a picnic table for 45 mins freezing my ass off.  "Where's Zach!?" by peoplesDuke I'm done.  By the restrooms.  Different spot.  Lower.  Y'all go ahead.  Where's Zach?  Where's Zach!?  Bring me to key to jeep after this run.  "Skeletal Science" by jpg The McKenzie Method.  Skeletal Science. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McKenzie_method?wprov=sfla1 ...

"Tuck"  by jpg The air is crispy, cold, and clean.  Deprived of accustomed oxygen levels, but hydrated thoroughly.  Visually, the smooth slide is in my mind, lean into the mountain, lift the upper ski, relax, breath in numeric rhythms.  Tuck.  Loose.  But there is leeriness, there is pause, there is reluctance.  It will be shaken off by 11am, just before high noon.  Speed runs, and powder seeking, and burning quads. "Lead On Breakfast" by jpg I'll take lead on breakfast and Zach leads dinner.  Sunday...      \\\Breakfast.  Omelettes.  Thick Bacon.          Potatoes O'Brian.  Fruit.  Durango Coffee.      \\\Prepared lunch.  Cheese.pepperoni..snacks.      \\\Dinner.  Ravioli.  Chicken dinner.  Graze.      Salad. "Jefferson Depot Hamburger" by MTB I'd like to try a Jefferson Depot hamburger. "Room One Eleven" by ...

"Jeeping That Jank" by jpg Been demolishing these highways since Childress, Texas. I mean jeeping that jank like a calm, frenzied cruiser.  The peoplesDuke asleep on the passenger side, wrapped in an acrylic and polyester New Mexican blanket, made in India, bought near Raton, New Mexico.  Then the E470 around the east side of Denver.  Elevation driving.  Like cowboys, hungry as we pull into Fort Collins. "Pulcinella Pizzeria" by peoplesDuke Limited seating, long waits at sit downs.  At Pulcinella Pizzeria.  Pretty darn good!  On the road.  Hey hey hey.  We gone. "I Saw A Homeless Guy" by Amos The Duke's line "I saw a homeless guy with a baseball bat, pickin' his nose"......classic.... "Saw A Documentary" by MTB I was just thinking, "where'd that homeless guy get that baseball bat?!"  Also, I once saw a documentary about one of the first American doctors that performed gender reassignments and he practiced in Trinid...

"Protecting The Noggin"  by jpg Really don't see the danger in skiing, even through amber vision goggles.  Sure, things can go bad, real bad, but protecting the noggin is the thing.  Don't leave that up to a rental helmet.  Go FOX.  Go FOX all the way. "Wolf Creek Snow Report" by peoplesDuke Mapped it out!  Yes. Yes.  Wolf Creek Snow Report 970-264-5639. 1. Night #1 we backtrack to Lakewood to motel.  2. Wolf Creek- great snow. We buy tickets and get rentals there. I called and they said it will be great snow and very few people.   3. Can't wait.    "Escape The Twilight Zone" by jpg Need a shot of Rockies.   Some real.  Escape the Twilight zone.  I'd take Country Club to McKinney.  Google has no soul.  'The Bluetooth works.'  Brilliant. "Frozen Waterfalls" by peoplesDuke Zach claims we will see frozen waterfalls. "Big Snow" by jpg .snowdrifts on the fences. .whirling, whipping, and b...

Original math, the math that still works, the math you grew up with.  Effort increases your chances, nothing tangible is truly deserved, only earned.  Good luck, bad luck, fate, those are the breaks.  Odds is all.  Folks are run over by busses daily, or weekly for sure. This spectrum of colorful humanity, what a weird identity, especially knowing the reality of shades.  It's a fantastic miracle, any birth.  Any pigment of creation, any skin.  Get real.  New Coke sucks as bad as it did in the 80's. Twist, twist in the wind.  Dish out more shame, it's an attention getter.  Like a gnat, or a lawn mower next door.  A true nuisance, but accepted.  We can all use more shame.

  Novak in his Melbourne green, his Russian opponent was in yellow.  Three quick ones early, then another three the other way.  Nerves settling, minds erratic.  Move him around, side to side, up and back, keep it deep.  Hold serve, the serve must be held.  Use the knife when it matters most.  He's not digging in, he's tapping out, said John McEnroe.  He was knocked silly, he was demolished, Medvedev was schooled.  Taught.  Acted like a junior player, said McEnroe's brother.  Talking to himself after every lost point.  Exacerbated, yelling at the crowd to shut up.  The Joker down under was too tough again.  Stingy on the court, thoughtful, deliberate, precise.  He dominates the Southern Hemisphere, he is the equator buster.

  These rolling electricity waves, life itself in 2 hour blocks.  Dole out the life so it's fair and square.  Just enough to avoid a boring, cold death.  Blink if you must, even the tears are frozen, each breath like a burst of fog, each shiver shattering the skeleton.  Everyone wears layers. Paint whatever you got in your mind.  Line your brushes up, get prepared, go sleeveless.  Colors, shapes, shadows, and shades. Don't care about the glare, it's a waste.  Obsess, instead. From head to toe, bundle up, under the covers, near the flame.  Stranded like meat, locked down in the freezer, doors closed, lights off.  Deep.  I'll have another, make it two or three.  Keep it on ice, my honey, come on and dance with me.

They buzz like gnats, irritating and ruining.  Their words are empty of authentic reason, the dumb usually sound authentically unreasonable.  And so they do again.  Ignoring has been fabulous, the air's not as hot, the ass stink is gone, sanctimony is too hard to endure for long.  Same as it ever was. The legislative chamber seemed small, shrinking into irrelevance, most everyone knows the score.  Wrapped in chain link, this predictable and disappointing scene.  Talking about boogie people as if boogie people were bad people.  We disco here, we turn and turn, we slide.  Staying alive with night fever and a brick house. Save your coins, tip those seeking salvation.  Got an ace in my hand, got the card I need, simple and clean, beats the Queen and the King.  Gonna take the pot for sure, a double down is coming.  Act worried, act like nothing, act mad, act excited, act depressed.  Tell them what you got, they'll think you're bl...

  DD7 GG7 CG DG Digital vagabonds. Wandering the clouds. Deactivation rebellion. Bye  blue birdie crowd. Conform if you want. Make it all go away. Back to the way it was. In the good ole good ole days. The unborn don't care. Warm in their wombs. This life is going swell. Ain't no gloom, ain't no doom. Ready for what's next. Let's get on with life. These walls are closing in. Gonna make it out alive.

Then you realize, sunrises are incredible everywhere.  Blasting red pastels into new, blue skies.  Everything gets lit.  Like the truth coming through, like the real view, like blinding.  This is what hope really looks like. Back is turned on the goons for now, they will wallow in their pits.  They will demonstrate their disgusting and uncivil ways. Goons are goons after all, they are cannibals at their core.  They will devour themselves.  It will be ugly, try not to watch. Turned eyes aren't closed eyes, however, witnessing miracles and life, craving cuisine, noticing curves, laughing.  Sparkling.  Gazing.  Recording memories in our own thoughts, understanding exactly what is seen.  In stereo.