Comments on: Alone in the Mountains http://www.wormlips.com/blog/2008/08/22/alone-in-the-mountains/ It's All About Me Sat, 04 Sep 2010 04:33:55 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: GA http://www.wormlips.com/blog/2008/08/22/alone-in-the-mountains/comment-page-1/#comment-954 GA Sat, 23 Aug 2008 22:14:31 +0000 http://www.wormlips.com/blog/?p=1518#comment-954 Hey, y'all: Thank you SO much for your comments. I can't tell you how much I love that you 1) actually read this shite and 2) take the time to write a reply. You're the best. Love, Ginna Hey, y’all: Thank you SO much for your comments. I can’t tell you how much I love that you 1) actually read this shite and 2) take the time to write a reply. You’re the best.

Love,
Ginna

]]> By: mark http://www.wormlips.com/blog/2008/08/22/alone-in-the-mountains/comment-page-1/#comment-953 mark Sat, 23 Aug 2008 21:27:35 +0000 http://www.wormlips.com/blog/?p=1518#comment-953 That's a beautiful place. I'll look it up on my map. Life goes on here at the junkyard. I am a mere few days away from applying for social security! How fast life runs away. Blue sky, sun shine, and cold clear water. It's the best. That’s a beautiful place. I’ll look it up on my map. Life goes on here at the junkyard. I am a mere few days away from applying for social security! How fast life runs away. Blue sky, sun shine, and cold clear water. It’s the best.

]]> By: Syd http://www.wormlips.com/blog/2008/08/22/alone-in-the-mountains/comment-page-1/#comment-952 Syd Sat, 23 Aug 2008 19:30:44 +0000 http://www.wormlips.com/blog/?p=1518#comment-952 We shoulda done this together! I know it wouldna' ha' been your first solo backtrip, but it coulda been ours! Love your fusing of lyrics, music and images. I wish I'd been there to ruin your wonder with tales of "pistol butt trees", pater nastor lakes and roof pendants! What I want to know is how you can be in a funk, when you have such a magnificent landscape to keep you company and serve your every visual and aural desire! (I know, I know, funk-ness knows no bounds or rules. It just is, kinda like a bacteria or atmospheric condition. But eventually you open your eyes to a beautiful dawn or a shimmering sunset, and you notice it's abated, and maybe even flown the coop, when you weren't paying attention.) We shoulda done this together! I know it wouldna’ ha’ been your first solo backtrip, but it coulda been ours! Love your fusing of lyrics, music and images. I wish I’d been there to ruin your wonder with tales of “pistol butt trees”, pater nastor lakes and roof pendants! What I want to know is how you can be in a funk, when you have such a magnificent landscape to keep you company and serve your every visual and aural desire! (I know, I know, funk-ness knows no bounds or rules. It just is, kinda like a bacteria or atmospheric condition. But eventually you open your eyes to a beautiful dawn or a shimmering sunset, and you notice it’s abated, and maybe even flown the coop, when you weren’t paying attention.)

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