Thread for Spike to tell us about himself

[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.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

RM: your rebuttal?

[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.

[96583UP]

Publix makes an excellent glazed donut

[Mickey]

Lenny I invited you out to lunch and you bailed, dinknose

I also invited Lenny to join me for lunch in downtown Huntsville and he told me a f*ck off.

[epilogue]

This is a common problem around here. If you don't post in the same threads as somebody it can feel like you don't know them at all.

For example, anyone who frequently posts in the NBA or running threads would probably have liked Verb more than someone like myself who only interacted with him in N&D.

False.

I usually stop posting in the running thread when verb posts. And I've never been in the NBA thread just because verb posts there a lot.

[epilogue]

The real question here is why does Burt keep starting new threads that are only about getting our information? And why isn't RM more concerned about it?

[spike]

The real question here is why does Burt keep starting new threads that are only about getting our information? And why isn't RM more concerned about it?

i've been all over this.

[epilogue]

The real question here is why does Burt keep starting new threads that are only about getting our information? And why isn't RM more concerned about it?

i've been all over this.

I'm glad someone better is concerned!

[Bammer]

And I've never been in the NBA thread just because verb posts there a lot.

That’ll show him! Stay strong, bro.

[BurtReynolds]

The real question here is why does Burt keep starting new threads that are only about getting our information? And why isn't RM more concerned about it?

I am simply interested in the lives of my beloved friends. There is no ulterior motives here. I promise.

[Jorge]

Following along from the Trump thread, I think the implication is that because Spike's opinions tend to fall within garden-variety normie "NPC" liberalism, he's some unknown entity on the board? Or he doesn't have a personality? I don't really see it, at least not with Spike. We know Spike pretty well I think

[Malloy]

yeah spoink is cool and good

[BurtReynolds]

Maybe ya'll like him because he's a blank slate with which you can project whatever you want onto him. But yet, you actually know nothing about him. There are no threads dedicated to him. There are no interviews. No beefs. Dev has not targeted him for vanquishing.

He is a ghost. A void.

[epilogue]

And I've never been in the NBA thread just because verb posts there a lot.

That’ll show him! Stay strong, bro.

I just meant I don't want to deal with him or read his posts. It has nothing to do with besting him in any way, silly billy.

Now that he's gone maybe I'll swing by from time to time, actually.

[Jorge]

Maybe ya'll like him because he's a blank slate with which you can project whatever you want onto him. But yet, you actually know nothing about him. There are no threads dedicated to him. There are no interviews. No beefs. Dev has not targeted him for vanquishing.

He is a ghost. A void.

You are completely wrong about this

[Ello Sailor]

Spike beefed with Verb pretty hard. Clearly the man is capable of beefing it up.

[BurtReynolds]

He's a Packers fan

Does he live in Wisconsin? Thought about moving there next, but the tax situation there is not great.

[BurtReynolds]

Spike beefed with Verb pretty hard. Clearly the man is capable of beefing it up.

oh right, that's a pretty good one actually.

[BurtReynolds]

But let's face it, Verb was doing all the heavy lifting there.