RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[spike]

I like that he has a night light.

[tree_]

Dev, someone posting a picture of themselves isn't an open invitation to unfairly criticize their appearance

You posted a video game character. It's okay for us to shit all over it. Unless you actually identify AS the character, then we may be getting into a gray area.

I've played it for almost 80 hours. Just be nice.

Spike, it's a lantern.

[spike]

Deadward Scissorhands

[E.H. Ruddock]

I like it... looks like a spooky chicken

[tree_]

[BurtReynolds]

I think your game character is very handsome.

[Higgs]

I like it... looks like a spooky chicken

Bravo.

[Ms Harmless]

you merged!

[Strat]

the time is now

me (left) and my partner, on our way to a gig in London (Dorian Electra)

Thanks for sharing harmless. Happy couple!

[Ms Harmless]

the time is now

me (left) and my partner, on our way to a gig in London (Dorian Electra)

Thanks for sharing harmless. Happy couple!

bless! thanks for commenting

[Higgs]

the time is now

me (left) and my partner, on our way to a gig in London (Dorian Electra)

Thanks for sharing harmless. Happy couple!

bless! thanks for commenting

I think I know what your colour is! Great pics.

[Dev]

Absolutely sucks. Does The Raz think this is cool?

[tree_]

Absolutely sucks. Does The Raz think this is cool?

Kinda, not really. But Burt does!

[Ms Harmless]

the time is now

me (left) and my partner, on our way to a gig in London (Dorian Electra)

Thanks for sharing harmless. Happy couple!

bless! thanks for commenting

I think I know what your colour is! Great pics.

I am a big plum

[surfndestroy]

Not sure the second edible was required but a good day was had on the hill never the less.

[Dev]

Not sure the second edible was required but a good day was had on the hill never the less.

Jealous. I miss the mountains.

[Strat]

You need to protect your mellon, fella!

Got about 50 days in this year. 28 in the resort and the rest backcountry touring. Good winter. Conditions suck now though.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[E.H. Ruddock]

iirc that’s Jorge at his birthday party and the maggi chicken seems to be very friendly

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.