Let’s Take the Quote Out of Context

[wease]

I'm putting it in and around everything.

I’m not so sure that’s out of context.

[Bammer]

Team needs some hard love from a v

[Jorge]

I have been kissed by American children

[B]

I was wrong

[knee tunes]

I was wrong

omg

[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.

[Bammer]

Yeah buddy

Fuck yeah. I’ve actually come

[tree_]

i should get my hands on some more poles

[96583UP]

i should get my hands on some more poles

you beat me to this

[Ms Harmless]

I was wrong

omg

[knee tunes]

i should get my hands

you beat me

[spike]

Argo check out these openings

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Argo check out these openings

Yeah butts

[96583UP]

I love to suck men's ding dongs

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I love to suck men's ding dongs

I never said that and even if I did

[Chris_H_2]

My guy who did our stair rails last week texted last night that he could fit in my wife

[doug rr]

saw that one coming

[Chris_H_2]

It’s like he wrote for this specific purpose

[spike]

It’s like he wrote for this specific purpose

have a good friday, papist

[Chris_H_2]

today may be the day a try a Culver’s fish sandwich.