Things you have an irrational hatred of

[lennytheweedwhacker]

My hometown

[tommy]

I may have said the wrong one. I’m definitely talking about a half hot. It seems very old peopley

I'm starting to wonder if Trag is secretly 90

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

I’ve met him. Not a day over 85

[B]

Just get one of these and don’t electrocute yourself

[E.H. Ruddock]

Professional people that have some inspirational quote in their work email signature. Just saw one that was “Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
but the moments that take our breath away”

[tree_]

Professional people that have some inspirational quote in their work email signature. Just saw one that was “Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
but the moments that take our breath away”

yeah that bothers me too. Just seems like an odd place for that. Keep it on your personal social media pages

[spike]

Professional people that have some inspirational quote in their work email signature. Just saw one that was “Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
but the moments that take our breath away”

This has to be a woman.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Professional people that have some inspirational quote in their work email signature. Just saw one that was “Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
but the moments that take our breath away”

This has to be a woman.

It is.

[tree_]

mine is too

[tree_]

Oh wait. I just searched and she took it down. But there's a dude here who has:

“Kindness is a language that the deaf
can hear and the blind can see” Mark Twain

[spike]

An old friend of mine recently posted on LinkedIn about their journey losing a bunch of weight. It’s a dude.

[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.

[spike]

Oh wait. I just searched and she took it down. But there's a dude here who has:

“Kindness is a language that the deaf
can hear and the blind can see” Mark Twain

That’s a dumb quote any way you look at it. Like I challenge Mark Twain actually said that it’s so dumb.

[tree_]

I wanna put up a funny anti-work quote, but I care too much about my job. Something like:

"This job is the perfect stepping stone to not fulfilling my dreams" Albert Einstein

[spike]

Hahahaha

https://www.aap.com.au/factcheck/kindne ... ark-twain/

“If the aphorism in question indicates a sentimental, nostalgic, or otherwise optimistic attitude towards humanity, it probably didn’t come from Twain.”

The only quote from twainquotes.com featuring the word “kindness” is, “Never refuse to do a kindness unless the act would work great injury to yourself, and never refuse to take a drink – under any circumstances”. The quote is from Mark Twain’s Notebook.

[tree_]

wow haha hahaha haha ha

[spike]

I wanna put up a funny anti-work quote, but I care too much about my job. Something like:

"This job is the perfect stepping stone to not fulfilling my dreams" Albert Einstein

lol would be excellent trolling of these redacts who put up these unattributed quotes

[tree_]

yeah, too bad i don't have no balls - benjamin franklin

[Ello Sailor]

Tree is on fire today.