Red Mosquito

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.

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.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I couldn’t force myself to get up and do anything today. Too many days like this the last few months

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I couldn’t force myself to get up and do anything today. Too many days like this the last few months

So what did you end up doing today?

jackoman wrote:Lately, I've been feeling pretty overwhelmed with all the deadlines at work. There's just so much to do, and it feels like there's never enough time to get everything done. I'm constantly juggling multiple projects and trying to stay on top of everything, but it's really starting to take a toll on me. The stress is getting to the point where it's hard to relax even when I'm not working.

One thing that's been helping me manage the stress a bit better is vaping. Whenever I start to feel too anxious or stressed out, I take a break and have a quick vape session. It's been a real lifesaver for me, helping me to calm down and clear my head. I highly recommend trying Crave Vape if you're looking for a way to unwind and de-stress.

Jorge wrote:I had a bit of a breakdown on Thursday when I looked at my schedule and felt paralyzingly overwhelmed by a seemingly endless barrage of deadlines and commitments, both professional and social, with zero breathing room. And it hit me like this terrible epiphany that I'd been working nonstop for 7 months with no end in sight. It was so weird, the whole thing seemed to be triggered by me asking out loud "when is it over?" As soon as I said those words it was like this nausea came rushing in. Felt like wanting to puke and wanting to cry at the same time. I'd never experienced that. My girlfriend helped me down and I spent much of the weekend canceling a bunch of shit. I am giving up large amounts of money and probably damaging professional relationships in the long term but I also desperately need a breather.

Jorge wrote:I had a bit of a breakdown on Thursday when I looked at my schedule and felt paralyzingly overwhelmed by a seemingly endless barrage of deadlines and commitments, both professional and social, with zero breathing room. And it hit me like this terrible epiphany that I'd been working nonstop for 7 months with no end in sight. It was so weird, the whole thing seemed to be triggered by me asking out loud "when is it over?" As soon as I said those words it was like this nausea came rushing in. Felt like wanting to puke and wanting to cry at the same time. I'd never experienced that. My girlfriend helped me down and I spent much of the weekend canceling a bunch of shit. I am giving up large amounts of money and probably damaging professional relationships in the long term but I also desperately need a breather.

wease wrote:My lower back is killing me this morning.