RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[BurtReynolds]

Thanks for that! I’ve just been playing with free platforms, so presumably I’d have to pay for this level of flexibility

I think it's all free to use except the private chatbot. The free version is much slower though.

[spike]

Workshopping some new looks and could use your input:

Row seven, third across is pretty dreamy. Can you achieve that stache though?

[BurtReynolds]

I'll need some powerful wax to straighten out my beard hair.

[washing machine]

was kinda feeling "washed up rock star trying to go solo years too late"

This isn't too far removed from that old avatar of yours back in the bmacsmith days.

[knee tunes]

I like top row, middle

Libernacho

[knee tunes]

I like top row, middle

I named the Burts,
in this order:

BurtPolion, Burter Days, Dis guys,
Masque, Chuckie, Down on Main Street
Aware Unaware, Chitlin, Squeeze

[tree_]

i vote squeeze

[Peeps]

today is my brothers birthday


bogey made him a cake

[tree_]

that is not funny.. friggin disgusting

[spike]

bad bogey

[Peeps]

that is not funny.. friggin disgusting

whats wrong with it. its the visual representation of your posting....

[tommy]

hehe

[tree_]

i have never stuck a candle in my posting!

[tommy]

i have never stuck a candle in my posting!

And whose fault is that?

[wease]

that is not funny.. friggin disgusting

whats wrong with it. its the visual representation of your posting....

Haha! To both the picture and the post!

[dad]

i have never stuck a candle in my posting!

it's never too late.

[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.

[Whitey McTeeth]

[Whitey McTeeth]

Please do not tap to tag location.

[Anders]

I like top row, middle

I named the Burts,
in this order:

BurtPolion, Burter Days, Dis guys,
Masque, Chuckie, Down on Main Street
Aware Unaware, Chitlin, Squeeze

Down On Main Street