Tom

[lennytheweedwhacker]

?

[dad]

moving to Australia.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

No I think that’s trag

[dad]

I don't think they'll accept him.

[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.

[tree_]

on what grounds

australian

[dad]

sounds right.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

on what grounds

Pedophilia

[dad]

too far.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

too far.

I said the same to him

[Jorge]

Tom told me once that he's never actually seen a baby in real life

[Jorge]

It was a very obvious lie and an extremely weird thing to say, it always stuck with me. I haven't trusted him since

[96583UP]

Tom Rom Com

[BurtReynolds]

How do you know it was a lie?

[tommy]

I can clear this up

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Why don't you care about Boys now

[tommy]

Why don't you care about Boys now

I'll probably watch it eventually. I just don't feel like it at the moment. I'm more interested in House of the Dragon.

[Jorge]

How do you know it was a lie?

Come on, everyone's met a baby

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Why don't you care about Boys now

I'll probably watch it eventually. I just don't feel like it at the moment. I'm more interested in House of the Dragon.

Have a nice Monday

[Ello Sailor]

Tom