How Are You Feeling?

[BurtReynolds]

Feel like I have eye strain.

[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]

Great work, Burt!

[JuanHamm]

Wow that's really cool

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Waves of melancholy.

[BurtReynolds]

Feel like I have eye strain.

no you've just learned too much. That's your brain growing beyond the limits of your cranium!

possibly a tumor.

[BurtReynolds]

I WILL MURDER EVERYONE ON THE INTERNET

[Bammer]

A little buzzed

[Malloy]

my brain is doing some weird shit tonight. feels like it’s on vibrate. very sensitive to noise right now. not the first time. trying to read through it. fuck me

[Ello Sailor]

Did you slam too many coffees today?

[Malloy]

Did you slam too many coffees today?

for all the drugs ive done, never could deal w caffeine by way of coffee

but you’ve indirectly raised a possible solution: pound some water

[Malloy]

what you doing, sailor

[Ello Sailor]

Broing out with some ice cold H2O w/ lemon after busting ass on the MTB trail all arvo. Trying to find the motivation to hit play on either Tar, The Menu or The Northman. I've no doubt I'll find something to enjoy in all of them, but you know how it is.

[Malloy]

Broing out with some ice cold H2O w/ lemon after busting ass on the MTB trail all arvo. Trying to find the motivation to hit play on either Tar, The Menu or The Northman. I've no doubt I'll find something to enjoy in all of them, but you know how it is.

i know pressing play is a greater pain in the ass than it was or should be

[96583UP]

deseo pinga

[spike]

Starting to feel cooped up/depressed about winter. Sunny and 40s/50s this weekend will help, plan to get out some.

[dad]

woke up feeling better than I did yesterday, but tested pos for covid.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I have AIDS

[dad]

again?

[BurtReynolds]

Congrats