Lincoln, Nebraska (we need a travel forum)

[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.

[Strat]

You guys rely too much on a commercial concept of youthful urban culture to define value of place

oh my god shut up

You literally won’t support your local record store because the owner voted for Trump

That's not true. I dont know who he voted for. I dont get in there because he made ME feel super unwelcomed and was outright rude and shitty to me

[dad]

You guys rely too much on a commercial concept of youthful urban culture to define value of place

oh my god shut up

You literally won’t support your local record store because the owner voted for Trump

That's not true. I dont know who he voted for. I dont get in there because he made ME feel super unwelcomed and was outright rude and shitty to me

sounds like most record store owners.

[Strat]

Also i was tired of him talking about his old school porn collection and trying to get me to go in the back room to see it

[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]

Also i was tired of him talking about his old school porn collection and trying to get me to go in the back room to see it

Wait what, this just got interesting

[E.H. Ruddock]

You guys rely too much on a commercial concept of youthful urban culture to define value of place

oh my god shut up

You literally won’t support your local record store because the owner voted for Trump

That's not true. I dont know who he voted for. I dont get in there because he made ME feel super unwelcomed and was outright rude and shitty to me

sounds like most record store owners.

Yeah the four local ones I visit all have owners who think they are hot shit because they own a record store. I'll ask if they are getting a specific record in, and they'll do shit like *chuckle* "no". Fuck you dude, I've owned records since the 80's, you weren't even born until after CDs came out.

[Strat]

Also i was tired of him talking about his old school porn collection and trying to get me to go in the back room to see it

Wait what, this just got interesting

Best part is though is he looks EXACTLY like Comic Book guy from the Simpsons. Super man belt buckle and all.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Also i was tired of him talking about his old school porn collection and trying to get me to go in the back room to see it

Wait what, this just got interesting

Best part is though is he looks EXACTLY like Comic Book guy from the Simpsons. Super man belt buckle and all.

Did he have any Traci Lords or Christy Canyon? If so, you should go back there with him

[Jorge]

Traci Lords was underage, Ruddo

[E.H. Ruddock]

Traci Lords was underage, Ruddo

Clearly you missed the point of my post. Lol, why would I actually want strat back there with that guy?

[Jorge]

I dunno, man. I dunno.

[McParadigm]

At this point, this thread is probably the actual best thing about Lincoln, Nebraska. You can go home now Jorge.

[McParadigm]

Unless you really like Perkins waffles.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Unless you really like Perkins waffles.

[96583UP]

there has got to be a good meth / crack / fentanyl scene somewhere

this is the underbelly that Jorge ‘Geraldo Rivera’ Perez must unearth and document for humanity during his downtime

[96583UP]

but please make it more than the standard liberal shame documentary that blames the govt / big pharma / chinese

and more like trailer park boys

[Jorge]

My name is not Jorge "Geraldo Rivera" Perez

[The Argonaut]

Perez!?

[dad]

My name is not Jorge "Geraldo Rivera" Perez

not with that attitude it’s not.