eh minah, panjat ding ding?

I try not to hold too much with the fated road and all that jazz, because jeez louis, you don't ever want to give me an excuse to be lazy, i may just snatch it up with my greedy little fists and nuzzle it to death.

so even though i lean towards that sort of thinking more than i'd care to admit, i make darn sure my grip on that pragmatic handhold is sound, ya know? None of the midgety flat fingernail-scrappers, but the nice solid route 5C handholds you rest full weight on.

Which may be why there've been loud nudges towards a certain direction. Blatant shoves, really, as if something's sick of being ignored.

You know what it's like to be following this climb route that's more than you can chew?

Already half way up, buggered tired but buggered if you'd give up now. So you hang there for too long, panting, resting, trembling & almost given up. You had the cocky arrogance to hook your toe into the first few handholds, but now you're out of your dingding depth. shit. can just let me down? time to makan anyway la.

And your belayer, he's sick to his balls of hitching you up discreetly every time you shift, so he's yelling, that one, right of your chest, yeah, tiptop left and haul your right foot up there. Down? Down your head ah! Go.

Yeah. It feels like that, if the said belayer was fate's dirty minions (cat, not you okay, chill). "Dude, go that way already, you haven't got all lifetime."


So i wonder, if i push my luck, is there a chance for awesome on the horizon?


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ooooh hey look, awesome on the horizon would make a GREAT song title! just like yay you.