How Are You Feeling?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Sad.

And I was doing okay all afternoon

[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.

[daft twat]

Where you been Lenny? Have you watched The Bear yet?

It’s a great follow-up question, especially if you ever feel like a ribbon of brine.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Where you been Lenny? Have you watched The Bear yet?

Nowhere. I have not.

[epilogue]

A little sleepy

But better than yesterday

[lennytheweedwhacker]

A little sleepy

But better than yesterday

ditto.

[epilogue]

A little sleepy

But better than yesterday

ditto.

Glad you're feeling better

[JuanHamm]

Bad, but better since I ate lunch.

I might try a bike ride soon. See if I can grind out some of this negativity.

[epilogue]

Bad, but better since I ate lunch.

I might try a bike ride soon. See if I can grind out some of this negativity.

Love it! A little activity always helps. Here's hoping you can crack that funk!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Bad, but better since I ate lunch.

I might try a bike ride soon. See if I can grind out some of this negativity.

do it.

[spike]

Man of the Tour

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Man of the Tour

This is worse than normal.

[Jorge]

Man of the Tour

This is worse than normal.

It's gotten so fucking bad in your absence, Len

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Man of the Tour

This is worse than normal.

It's gotten so fucking bad in your absence, Len

Is there a way to foe pun posts?

[spike]

lol

[BurtReynolds]

Man of the Tour

This is worse than normal.

It's gotten so fucking bad in your absence, Len

Is there a way to foe pun posts?

Why Foe?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I quit.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Empty.

Missing Argo a bit also.

[JuanHamm]

Empty.

Missing Argo a bit also.

Where is he?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Empty.

Missing Argo a bit also.

Where is he?

Nowhere. I don't know.