Talk about your day thread

[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]

Last Mucus

[dad]

I Am Miner.

[wease]

Boogerfall

[wease]

Snot For You

[spike]

In My Sneeze

[Higgs]

Our Eddie like to kill his squeak toys and actually eat the plastic. Sometimes we find piles of just nasty gel-like poo. More than likely from some piece of a toy. That happens for a day or so then his poos are back to normal.

I had to clean up one of these shits by our dog about 2 weeks ago. It was so gross I literally couldn't talk to anyone about it as to describe it would mean having to re-live it which in turn would make me literally dry reach. Its only now, 2 full weeks later, that I have recovered enough to be able to even mention it.

[LetMeSleep]

But how did it smell?

[Bammer]

In My Sneeze

Your efforts lately are such a shame because, really, you used to be so good at this.

PS:

Spoiler: show

Pick Escape

[Higgs]

But how did it smell?

No idea. Held my breath with mouth hard shut the entire horrible time. The goopy shit slopped everywhere though and made it very difficult to pick up. A high pressure hose was involved in the final clean up.

[spike]

In My Sneeze

Your efforts lately are such a shame because, really, you used to be so good at this.

PS:

Spoiler: show

Pick Escape

never meet your heroes, bammer

[dad]

In My Sneeze

Your efforts lately are such a shame because, really, you used to be so good at this.

PS:

Spoiler: show

Pick Escape

never meet your heroes, bammer

[Bammer]

In My Sneeze

Your efforts lately are such a shame because, really, you used to be so good at this.

PS:

Spoiler: show

Pick Escape

never meet your heroes, bammer

I build ‘em up too high just to watch ‘em fall down
-P!NK

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already. I’m busier than a one armed bandit in Las Vegas and I can’t seem whittle things down.

[bodysnatcher]

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already. I’m busier than a one armed bandit in Las Vegas and I can’t seem whittle things down.

Probably hard to get a lot of work done with only one arm

[spike]

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already. I’m busier than a one armed bandit in Las Vegas and I can’t seem whittle things down.

Probably hard to get a lot of work done with only one arm

Yeah try untying it

[bodysnatcher]

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already. I’m busier than a one armed bandit in Las Vegas and I can’t seem whittle things down.

Probably hard to get a lot of work done with only one arm

Yeah try untying it

How do cops handcuff a one armed person? To a belt loop or something?

[spike]

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already. I’m busier than a one armed bandit in Las Vegas and I can’t seem whittle things down.

Probably hard to get a lot of work done with only one arm

Yeah try untying it

How do cops handcuff a one armed person? To a belt loop or something?

They are above the law

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Can’t Untie Me

[spike]

arm aloft