deep in the moldy bowels of humidifier number two , in wintons hostel, lay the beginnings of my greatest work. beyond the point of no burgers and also a lack of frys we climbed. the very sun waited for winton to lower his hand. and aloft on alpins shoulders ,...packs were stitched and fondeled. beyond, in the cave, a man named pirate. a sole with parsly.
bad hiker poetrycontest is soon at the winter warmmer.