Admit Something

[Bammer]

Ok

[Jorge]

Like these guys

[Ello Sailor]

wtf Jorge

[Jorge]

What!

It's a good thing. Those guys are objectively good looking

[Bammer]

So. Horny.

[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.

[Ello Sailor]

I can't even find a video of the performance. Just videos talking about the performance. That's no good to me!

[96583UP]

i am a homosexual but this thread is making me uncomfortable

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I'm straight.

[Vitalogist]

My condo has a big fenced in backyard so I never pick up after my dog. I just keep a mental map of where the poops are so I don’t step in them. Is that bad?

[spike]

yes

[dad]

i'll pick up the dog poop for a reasonable fee.

[spike]

i figured old poop hands would swoop in here

[dad]

i figured old poop hands would swoop in here

[spike]

[Vitalogist]

To be fair, it’s only on my property, so no strangers or neighbors are in danger of stepping in a pile

[bodysnatcher]

Feels negligent

[dad]

vitalogist, when you say danger...does that mean your dog's poop is deadly?

[Vitalogist]

Nobody can even see it!

[Vitalogist]

vitalogist, when you say danger...does that mean your dog's poop is deadly?

It smells like it might be.