RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[Bammer]

Congrats Bammer!

[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]

What do you mean by "thread"? Like a group chat?

[dad]

Bammer we talked about inviting you to our thread but were concerned the technical mechanics might be outside your comfort zone

definitely borrowing this the next time i exclude someone from a group text.

[tree_]

i resent how these guys are flaunting their very close friendship and dangling it in front of us.. like, i text about 2 RMers on my cellular phone sometimes, but you don't see me talking about it or telling you which ones they are and excluding everyone else of my 'ship

[Jorge]

i resent how these guys are flaunting their very close friendship and dangling it in front of us.. like, i text about 2 RMers on my cellular phone sometimes, but you don't see me talking about it or telling you which ones they are and excluding everyone else of my 'ship

I think it's nice

[tree_]

i resent how these guys are flaunting their very close friendship and dangling it in front of us.. like, i text about 2 RMers on my cellular phone sometimes, but you don't see me talking about it or telling you which ones they are and excluding everyone else of my 'ship

I think it's nice

that's because you don't like me.. some people could use my 'ship but i don't dangle it out there to tease them whilst withholding

[spike]

i resent how these guys are flaunting their very close friendship and dangling it in front of us.. like, i text about 2 RMers on my cellular phone sometimes, but you don't see me talking about it or telling you which ones they are and excluding everyone else of my 'ship

I think it's nice

tree’s just bummed he’s not in the cool kids clique.

[tree_]

i resent how these guys are flaunting their very close friendship and dangling it in front of us.. like, i text about 2 RMers on my cellular phone sometimes, but you don't see me talking about it or telling you which ones they are and excluding everyone else of my 'ship

I think it's nice

tree’s just bummed he’s not in the cool kids clique.

if they invited me i'd say no.. but that's beside the point

[spike]

You claimed having zero FOMO a page or two ago. You contain multitudes.

[96583UP]

these pictures look great!

blown up to 6 feet by 6 feet and plastered all over the interior walls of my home

what a treat

thanks guys!

[tree_]

I just don't like their angle. I'm afraid others could be jealous. I ain't tho

[Chris_H_2]

I just don't like their angle. I'm afraid others could be jealous. I ain't tho

cut to the chase. about whom are you specifically concerned being jealous?

[spike]

I just don't like their angle. I'm afraid others could be jealous. I ain't tho

Maybe you’re envious that you haven’t had the chance to hang out with your text chain RMer pals.

[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.

[tree_]

Tree had his chance to connect in STL but he wanted to stay home and play Death Stranding

I actually thought about you the day you were in STL. I was in nearby Main Street St. Charles and there was this shop with like nice refurbished retro radios. I'm not even sure if you're into that kinda thing but for some reason I thought about you at that time that day. I decided not to reach out to you anyway.

[96583UP]

cause you preferred to reach around him instead

[96583UP]

look man it’s no big deal

just go to kinkos

give them the pics, snap a headshot for them, and ask them to add you in

boom

problem solved

[96583UP]

that’s what i did

also used midjourney to throw in a few nude variants

trag turned out great

was not expecting such a dumper

[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.