Things you have an irrational hatred of

[epilogue]

Skeezy LA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else

[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]

some people…

[Ello Sailor]

What about skeezy BA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else?

[epilogue]

Skeezy LA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else

is this about Bill Simmons

AL

Nah, just some dude buying tickets a bit ago. Just the worst.

[epilogue]

What about skeezy BA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else?

BA?

[Ms Harmless]

people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

[B]

people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

Then your hatred is not irrational.

[epilogue]

people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

Then your hatred is not irrational.

I'm not sure I've ever heard it. What's the context? What does "mid" mean?

[Ello Sailor]

Hating on African-American Vernacular English? Nice one, bigots.

[Ello Sailor]

Literally shaking right now.

[epilogue]

[knee tunes]

Hating on African-American Vernacular English? Nice one, bigots.

How?

Where?

[Bammer]

What about skeezy BA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else?

BA?

That would be Boz Angeles, Montana

[epilogue]

What about skeezy BA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else?

BA?

That would be Boz Angeles, Montana

ah

[B]

people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

Then your hatred is not irrational.

I'm not sure I've ever heard it. What's the context? What does "mid" mean?

It means something sucks.

[Jorge]

people describing things as "mid"

Extremely annoying

I enjoyed this video essay about it. It's about its use in music, but the word is also everywhere in online film circles

[epilogue]

people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

Then your hatred is not irrational.

I'm not sure I've ever heard it. What's the context? What does "mid" mean?

It means something sucks.

I figured. I was just curious... never mind. I'll Google it.

[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.

[Ello Sailor]

people describing things as "mid"

Extremely annoying

I enjoyed this video essay about it. It's about its use in music, but the word is also everywhere in online film circles

He's not really talking about the word "mid" though. He's talking about being outspoken on art you don't enjoy, potentially as a form of insecurity.

Which you knuckleheads do all the time using different words.