Powerband

ΩWhile I was simultaneously concurrently and for reasons unknown climbing at Kangaroo Point, some slack layabouts went up to Dry Valley BOTH days in the weekend. This kind of attention at Dry Valley is unprecedented and quite frankly, I’m scared for the safety of the boulders.

Derek has no such sympathy though, living up to his name by dispatching the much-gloried-on-the-internet Hueco Project (Not THAT name, where would you find thatch out in the Basin, dummy?). Nice one. For reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of labours lost of Steinweg and Peterman, Jim-Bob Morris also had success, sending the ming-wah V8 dyno Wisp and also Derek’s snazzy-looking recent addition, Hyperspace 500. Furthermore, despite tennis of all sorts, a new compression bloc was found, and an unsubstantiated quantity of climbers allegedly ascended said bloc quaquaquaqua via big compression moves as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God with white beard outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing… Ω