What is your opinion?

[bodysnatcher]

I probably need to change or elevate my wardrobe but I have no idea where to start

[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.

[Jorge]

I did not mean for that post to be in Spanglish

[Jorge]

I actually don't have mucho experience with Lebanese women

I do -- my BFF is Lebanese/Catholic. Big family. Lots of women. They're not crazy like Italians or Irish, just fiery when they get pissed off.

You dated women from your BFF's family? That's some sort of faux pas I'm sure

[E.H. Ruddock]

I probably need to change or elevate my wardrobe but I have no idea where to start

Hoodless hoodie

[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.

[Jorge]

I actually don't have mucho experience with Lebanese women

I do -- my BFF is Lebanese/Catholic. Big family. Lots of women. They're not crazy like Italians or Irish, just fiery when they get pissed off.

You dated women from your BFF's family? That's some sort of faux pas I'm sure

What? No

Sorry, I meant dating experience. I am Lebanese myself so I do have "experience" with them but not the dating kind

[Ello Sailor]

You can experience crazy without fucking the crazy, Jorge.

[dad]

what is your opinion on frozen yogurt?

[Ello Sailor]

I have no experience dating frozen yogurt.

[Jorge]

You can experience crazy without fucking the crazy, Jorge.

From my interactions with the many Lebanese-descendent women in my life they're no more crazy than anyone else, but I think interacting with someone in a sexual/romantic situation gives you a different perspective, and it's one I lack in this scenario

[tree_]

Not all Asians are bad drivers, but some of them are

[Ello Sailor]

Will someone finally cancel this monster?

[spike]

Didn’t we do this thread already, before the purge?

[tree_]

4/4 is the easiest time signature

[Ello Sailor]

4/4 is the easiest time signature

[tree_]

oh

[Dev]

not anymore no. I do not have an opinion on anything. Due to the internet and social media everybody has an opinion on everything and therefore i will no longer have an opinion on anything. Just dumb banter. thats it. The end.

this kinda sounds like an opinion. a very annoying opinion at that.

[tree_]

Bump