Admit Something

[doug rr]

Have you been to Bainbridge ?

no

[dad]

move to Vashon.

[doug rr]

been looking at our old building in south lake union...across the street from Whole Foods and 2 blocks away from shake shack and a steak house and H mart...2 underground parking spots..good to go

[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.

[doug rr]

been looking at our old building in south lake union...across the street from Whole Foods and 2 blocks away from shake shack and a steak house and H mart...2 underground parking spots..good to go

this is right where my BiL used to live. There's a nice pizza shop there too.

But honestly, check out Bainbridge. It's lovely.

we loved that neighborhood..we moved in about 5 days before Seattle shut down for covid...all the amazon employees went home and we had Whole Foods to ourselves basically..never had a shortage of toilet paper or pasta

[bodysnatcher]

been looking at our old building in south lake union...across the street from Whole Foods and 2 blocks away from shake shack and a steak house and H mart...2 underground parking spots..good to go

this is right where my BiL used to live. There's a nice pizza shop there too.

But honestly, check out Bainbridge. It's lovely.

we loved that neighborhood..we moved in about 5 days before Seattle shut down for covid...all the amazon employees went home and we had Whole Foods to ourselves basically..never had a shortage of toilet paper or pasta

Give it a trial now that Amazon is requiring employees to return and fentanyl has overtaken the streets. It might be quite different.

[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.

[doug rr]

been looking at our old building in south lake union...across the street from Whole Foods and 2 blocks away from shake shack and a steak house and H mart...2 underground parking spots..good to go

this is right where my BiL used to live. There's a nice pizza shop there too.

But honestly, check out Bainbridge. It's lovely.

we loved that neighborhood..we moved in about 5 days before Seattle shut down for covid...all the amazon employees went home and we had Whole Foods to ourselves basically..never had a shortage of toilet paper or pasta

Give it a trial now that Amazon is requiring employees to return and fentanyl has overtaken the streets. It might be quite different.

we walked by it last weekend when were in town for the ball game and it all looked the same..felt comfortable..I just couldn't find my homeless friend, Jack, from last time..he would sit outside of Whole Foods all day..he never begged but I think I gave him about $40 a week along with hot coffee

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Our family name will end with me and even though it really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, the thought it is depressing.

[BurtReynolds]

The Curse of House Weedwacker will finally come to an end.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Wow

[BurtReynolds]

stole that from facebook.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Even worse

[96583UP]

i'm not like them, but i can pretend

[lennytheweedwhacker]

All I do is watch tv

[96583UP]

people value points

but they are not real

[tree_]

Numbers are out to get you

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Huh

[tommy]

He's gonna beat your ass

[tree_]

It's a song by weazer