Things you have an irrational hatred of

[Bammer]

New page thank god

[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.

[tree_]

pun run race for the cure

[spike]

You can tell when bammer’s having a bad day when he gets annoyed by pun runs.

[Bammer]

It’s a quality issue

[Monkey_Driven]

Live on Two Eggs

[wease]

Deux Are

[wease]

Zwei Go

[tree_]

two the evolution

[wease]

two the evolution

Fuck. I should’ve gone with Deux the Evolution

[tree_]

not for two

[tree_]

two the evolution

Fuck. I should’ve gone with Deux the Evolution

dang

[E.H. Ruddock]

Sleeveless shirts on men. (Not talking about tank tops)

[wease]

Sleeveless shirts on men. (Not talking about tank tops)

Even when we’re mowing?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Sleeveless shirts on men. (Not talking about tank tops)

Even when we’re mowing?

I should have said “out in public”

[wease]

Sleeveless shirts on men. (Not talking about tank tops)

Even when we’re mowing?

I should have said “out in public”

Then I agree.

[bodysnatcher]

Sleeveless shirts on men. (Not talking about tank tops)

Even when we’re mowing?

I should have said “out in public”

Then I agree.

What about while shopping at Walmart?

[spike]

What if they don’t have arms?

[epilogue]

Are sleeved shirts on armless people worse than sleeveless shirts on armed people?

[doug rr]

if you propose to an armless woman do you buy her an engagement hat?