Random information designed to save your life

[dpupenya]

Every month that begins on a Sunday will have a Friday the 13th

You're welcome

[tree_]

dpup back up en us

welcome back jailbird

[dpupenya]

Jail is for amateurs..I was a yardbird

[Bammer]

dpup randomly back just in time to save GD’s life!

http://forums.theskyiscrape.com/viewtop ... 59&t=18356

[dpupenya]

That post reels of desperation. And lavender.

[tree_]

Do you feel like prison has changed you? Are you institutionalized at all? Like in that one movie?

[dpupenya]

I'm not crazy, you're institutionalized...you're driving me crazy.....

Suicidal Tendencies for the win

[Jorge]

Dpup!!!!!!!!!

[dpupenya]

Stupid phone

[dpupenya]

Stupid phone

[dpupenya]

There were stabbings, racism, Covid and oppression.. it was kinda like RM but without Lenny

[epilogue]

welcome back

[JuanHamm]

Welcome back, bud

[Jorge]

There were stabbings, racism, Covid and oppression.. it was kinda like RM but without Lenny

Did you join one of the gangs

[dpupenya]

There were stabbings, racism, Covid and oppression.. it was kinda like RM but without Lenny

Did you join one of the gangs

I failed the age restriction

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Whaddup how about all this Elon Musk stuff bro

[dpupenya]

Whaddup how about all this Elon Musk stuff bro

I will not let him bully me into having illegitimate children. Or buying his shitty pickup truck

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Whaddup how about all this Elon Musk stuff bro

I will not let him bully me into having illegitimate children. Or buying his shitty pickup truck

Have some legitimate ones with tree’s mom

[tree_]

i will not take this abuse from you any longer

[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.