bmac has a birthday

[tree_]

and it’s today

aka Burt Reynolds, RIP

[dad]

Happy Burtday, Birth!

[doug rr]

burt

[JuanHamm]

Happy day burt

[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.

[epilogue]

I'm going to get Burt a book of Spike posts for his birthday.

[Jorge]

Happy birthday to Burt, to my friend Julio, and to an American girl I met 15 years ago called Alicia

[tree_]

also to lil xan

[dad]

Happy birthday to Burt, to my friend Julio, and to an American girl I met 15 years ago called Alicia

does Alicia go by another name these days?

[Jorge]

Still Alicia according to Facebook

[tree_]

Hbd to Alicia, lil xan, Julio and bmac. And RIP Burt Reynolds

[Anders]

Happy birthday!

[BurtReynolds]

lil xan

My brother from another mother

[dad]

happy birthday!

take yourself and the vette out for some donuts.

[BurtReynolds]

Still pretty crazy that Burt Reynolds died on my birthday. One burt must die so that another may live.

[tommy]

Did you experience The Quickening when he died?

[BurtReynolds]

Is that like depression?

[Simple Torture]

Collecting 5000 dinner plates on my first day in Starfield in your honor today.

[96583UP]

i wanna fill you

happy bday

[The Argonaut]

Look, I'm happy for you and all, Burt, but all I can really say right now is happy birthday you beautiful boy you