The Return of Alex

[tree_]

He has posted today for the first time since June 17th, 2019, 2:13 pm, when he posted:

so what's the consensus on relay races? running fad with an excuse to cash in on states' tourism booms (i.e., the kentucky bourbon trail relay) or a legitimate activity for serious runners? i lead toward the former.

Here is everything he has posted so far, since his return:

for real. i call him Sauce Money, because man’s got sauce.

see, sauce is something… either you’ve got it or you don’t. and man’s got sauce

Tom ended my marriage

IYKYK

and yes of course

si, soy tan gay como dimejinky

coffee

chud drove into a house

hell yeah full-fucking-ON

Tom did you see this?

ur an ubermensch, u can do it urself

Tom?

do you need help moving?

where’s Patrick Bateman? i have to ask that guy something.

HBD killa

sí, incluso me metí un lightsaber en el culo

issa bop no cap

let’s pour one out for the homie… he was a real one on god

you bore me to death

SUUUUUUUURGE

[Jorge]

I hope this won't be like when Thodoks pops back up, makes a few embarrassing posts on N&D, and then disappears for another two years

[spike]

It will be.

[tree_]

Do you suppose he got really drunk or high for the first time in a long time and thought he'd post on the board and when he sobers up he'll either completely forget about it or no longer desire to continue posting?

[Alex]

i’m only here to learn everything i can from trag. he has a lot to offer in the edification department, so i expect I’ll be here a while.

[Chris_H_2]

i’m only here to learn everything i can from trag. he has a lot to offer in the edification department, so i expect I’ll be here a while.

buckle up

[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.

[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.

[Chris_H_2]

[Alex]

That being said let me tell you some things about ramen

how did My Bloody Valentine achieve that dreamy, ethereal sound on the Loveless album? I just can’t get enough of it and i want you to help me understand it.

[96583UP]

my boner is giganté in light of this recent development

[Alex]

my boner is giganté in light of this recent development

let’s take this to somewhere more romantic. open that PM box for daddy.

[96583UP]

only PMs i accept are board warnings

i have 6

i wonder who has the most at this point

i def am near the bottom

but with you back and me trying to impress you

that number will likely go up

[Alex]

Somos gay

[96583UP]

RM might not be ready for the level of gay we are able to unleash

[96583UP]

also - big respect to Tree_ for painstakingly taking the time to copy and paste quote all of Alex's posts in the OP

dedicated to the game

the game of posting

[The Argonaut]

lay off the gay stuff

it isn't even funny

[96583UP]

lay off the gay stuff

it isn't even funny

i'm allowed to have sex with another man if I want

[Alex]

he started it

[The Argonaut]

he started it

You have a lot to learn about how RM operates these days if you want the return of Alex to be successful