Post Random Jorge-Related Thoughts You Have

[Jorge]

I'm not even "super" tall. I'm regular tall. Super tall is like 6'7 and above (I'm 6'5)

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Just stop holding it over us.

[Chris_H_2]

And by “it” he means your shadow

[96583UP]

you are a fucking giant and will destroy us all

is what i would say if you were 6'7" or higher

[96583UP]

he does not approve of my spanish (from spain) assessment

[Ello Sailor]

He's very protective of spanners and spandex speaking peoples.

[96583UP]

i wonder what his cat is doing

right


now

[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.

[Jorge]

Why would my cat be doing that

[96583UP]

would your cat choose barabbas?

[96583UP]

i can't believe he had the nerve to order that pepsi, and then blame the good hard-working people at Pepsi-Cola Company!

[96583UP]

i wonder how his weekend trip is going

[Jorge]

i wonder how his weekend trip is going

Going great man. Heading back home today around 3pm

[lennytheweedwhacker]

i wonder how his weekend trip is going

Going great man. Heading back home today around 3pm

Be safe.

[Ello Sailor]

Did you experience ego death or get funky with your taco fillings?

[96583UP]

i wonder how he feels about tostones

[Jorge]

Did you experience ego death or get funky with your taco fillings?

Neither, but I did hallucinate a version of "Killing in the Name"

[Jorge]

i wonder how he feels about tostones

What are those

[Jorge]

Oh, in Colombia we call those patacones. Big fan

[96583UP]

i wonder how he feels about tostones

What are those

fried plantains

sometimes smashed flat

and very hard to chew

sometimes not