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The Eiger is the Ogre, Monk and Maiden,
mountain peaks in Jungfrau region
and has attracted the freak, the MAN, and the Nazi.
A vertical drop of more than 1600 metres,
there are those with the courage and desire ,
not content to dream the Ogre but to ride it stride it find it.
Not content to read about the breathtaking Eiger North Faceout that eluded them, because they feeling more than what they are,
tend to write about pussy their highest wall of ambition,
but there are other walls far more livable and
they will not tackle a superlative high alpine Jungfrau .
Not seen at the station at Eigergletscher and not seen to set out on the Eiger Trail,
not then seen on the famous rock face itself, no they are at home, literary people or dead people.
NOT ON the metal ladders that climbers to the Eiger-Rotstock Via Ferrata use to gain access.
To view over the Wetterhorn and the Grosse Scheidegg. THEY WILL
NEVER feel but only imagine it.
They have brought their binoculars to search for emotions in places like skyscraper city and buy me ethnic lunch lane.
They arch fore to see the climbers up against the rock face.
But you will find them at The train station where gottfrierd sells postcards that show all the routes up this mountain.
Later , too late, the poets walk boldly down to Alpiglen train station full of why her sex isn't mine
imagining imagining imagining.
The real men are on the North Face care of Jungfrau. Nazis maybe but for sure not you who wants to be LOVED AT ANY COST. Not you with your shit idea of life and your photo copying soul and where the fuck
The Eiger is the Ogre, Monk and Maiden,
mountain peaks in Jungfrau region
and has attracted the freak, the MAN, and the Nazi.
A vertical drop of more than 1600 metres,
there are those with the courage and desire ,
not content to dream the Ogre but to ride it stride it find it.
Not content to read about the breathtaking Eiger North Faceout that eluded them, because they feeling more than what they are,
tend to write about pussy their highest wall of ambition,
but there are other walls far more livable and
they will not tackle a superlative high alpine Jungfrau .
Not seen at the station at Eigergletscher and not seen to set out on the Eiger Trail,
not then seen on the famous rock face itself, no they are at home, literary people or dead people.
NOT ON the metal ladders that climbers to the Eiger-Rotstock Via Ferrata use to gain access.
To view over the Wetterhorn and the Grosse Scheidegg. THEY WILL
NEVER feel but only imagine it.
They have brought their binoculars to search for emotions in places like skyscraper city and buy me ethnic lunch lane.
They arch fore to see the climbers up against the rock face.
But you will find them at The train station where gottfrierd sells postcards that show all the routes up this mountain.
Later , too late, the poets walk boldly down to Alpiglen train station full of why her sex isn't mine
imagining imagining imagining.
The real men are on the North Face care of Jungfrau. Nazis maybe but for sure not you who wants to be LOVED AT ANY COST. Not you with your shit idea of life and your photo copying soul and where the fuck
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