Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:why does it work one day and not the next..

96583UP wrote:

doug rr wrote:why does it work one day and not the next..

i'm the type that's not afraid to manually cut and paste

it is what christ would have done

96583UP wrote:i wish i had pizza to eat

doug rr wrote:my wife's plane is late and now she doesn't get home until around 1am...I'll fall asleep on the couch and keep the pizza warm

doug rr wrote:

96583UP wrote:entering

the darkness

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doug rr wrote:my wife's plane is late and now she doesn't get home until around 1am...I'll fall asleep on the couch and keep the pizza warm

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

doug rr wrote:in the parking lot?

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:

96583UP wrote:i wish i had pizza to eat

Jorge wrote:Did not sleep last night. Not a wink

Finished an enormous project for work

Had a suprema napolitana for lunch

Got caught in the rain

Saw a string quartet play Piazzola in a living room

Got laid

Posted some opinions on RM

Passin out

daft twat wrote:

Jorge wrote:Did not sleep last night. Not a wink

Finished an enormous project for work

Had a suprema napolitana for lunch

Got caught in the rain

Saw a string quartet play Piazzola in a living room

Got laid

Posted some opinions on RM

Passin out

Sometimes on days when I have sex, I think about how fucking lonely and depressed I was at 16-17, and how I wish I knew that some day I’d be 47 and having days where I had sex, pizza, and saw one of my favorite bands in concert all in the same day and my head didn’t explode because it wasn’t anywhere near the first time that happened. I have bad days, weeks, and even months, but man, life is fucking subtly amazing pretty goddam frequently.