Is it me or does Alex really crave attention

[E.H. Ruddock]

Is it a cry for help or

[coptheriotact]

I think his posts are mostly well written and thoughtful

[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.

[Alex]

moderating is a hell of a drug

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Yeah I generally don’t get the hype. Lenny had built him up for so long and it’s mostly been uneventful

I haven't talked about him much?

I don't think he craves attention. He just likes creative outlets that don't stifle him. RM used to be that place, but is no longer.

[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.

[The Argonaut]

Find who made the post that summoned him back so we can all put bars of soap in our socks and beat them

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Yeah I generally don’t get the hype. Lenny had built him up for so long and it’s mostly been uneventful

I haven't talked about him much?

I don't think he craves attention. He just likes creative outlets that don't stifle him. RM used to be that place, but is no longer.

You are clearly in love with him

http://forums.theskyiscrape.com/search. ... mit=Search

Most of those are about Alex Smith

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Find who made the post that summoned him back so we can all put bars of soap in our socks and beat them

Did you mug yourself?

[Alex]

Find who made the post that summoned him back so we can all put bars of soap in our socks and beat them

Did you mug yourself?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

[Higgs]

I figured he was some old RM dude who just broke up with his missus and suddenly had a bad attitude and all this free time to post his shit. Not sure RM is now whatever it once was to him, but as I always say "this too shall pass".

Sooner the better by me, but whatevs.

[knee tunes]

I like Alex.

[Alex]

this shit is remarkably accurate bruv Higgs

[Anders]

It is giving some old school vibes.

[spike]

He’s trying to fill that dev sized hole in our hearts

[Anders]

Early Dev had a mean streak, but was also intentionally both engaging and hilarious.

Later Dev was often too gloomy and irritated, to live up to his earlier heights. Hopefully he’s now happier outside of RM.

But current day Alex, reminds me a bit of Balki when he returned. He’s just on fire, for better or worse.

[The Argonaut]

I agree with you, Anders. The quality of Alex's posts is not worth the pain they cause

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I agree with you, Anders. The quality of Alex's posts is not worth the pain they cause

He loves you though

[Anders]

We need more love in this world.