RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[Jorge]

You did good, Burt

[tree_]

i laughed

[dad]

This happened at Cannes Lions this year.

that's hot.

[E.H. Ruddock]

VG if we meet up in Madrid in a couple of weeks will you bring her?

[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.

[dad]

lol dad

i wonder if she still says that.

[VinylGuy]

VG if we meet up in Madrid in a couple of weeks will you bring her?

we can facetime with her if you want, no doubt about it

[Dev]

VG if we meet up in Madrid in a couple of weeks will you bring her?

we can facetime with her if you want, no doubt about it

are you saying you banged Paris Hilton?

[VinylGuy]

havent said anything about that no.

[Dev]

havent said anything about that no.

You have her contact tho?

[VinylGuy]

yes

[Dev]

yes

Thats awesome. I love Paris Hilton.

[Dev]

Was there any chemistry???

[VinylGuy]

a lot

she is awesome

[VinylGuy]

wait

ill post another lions pic so we can move to that celebrity

[VinylGuy]

Thats me and Coodie, a great director who recently did the Kanye documentary for example.

Yes, we are drunk.

[Dev]

a lot

she is awesome

But like romantic chemistry? Did it go anywhere?

[VinylGuy]

Already moved on

But that’s because I’m a cold motherfucker

[Dev]

Already moved on

But that’s because I’m a cold motherfucker

What are you talking about? It's cool if you moved on but what happened!?

[Norah]

dev you need to have vg on your podcast to talk about this