RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[E.H. Ruddock]

Looking staunch af in that first pic. Like you're ready to posterize Bammer on the court.

[Monkey_Driven]

I was going to post a pic, but you MFers are way more handsome and manly than me.

[Chris_H_2]

I was going to post a pic, but you MFers are way more handsome and manly than me.

do it! trag needs new rape-eye material.

[Monkey_Driven]

I was going to post a pic, but you MFers are way more handsome and manly than me.

do it! trag needs new rape-eye material.

I send Trag nudes all the time

[The Argonaut]

cool cat at clifton court, coptheriotact

[Rangi Guy]

Took the girls on a Christmas train thingie yesterday. This was from one of the stops

[wease]

Again, Rangi’s god-like physique makes me want to hurl myself from a tall cliff…

[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.

[VinylGuy]

He is basically Thor

[wease]

Again, Rangi’s god-like physique makes me want to hurl myself from a tall cliff…

rangi will catch you

He probably would!

[Ello Sailor]

Again, Rangi’s god-like physique makes me want to hurl myself from a tall cliff…

Or you could start eating better and working out. Crazy shit, but doable.

[spike]

Again, Rangi’s god-like physique makes me want to hurl myself from a tall cliff…

Or you could start eating better and working out. Crazy shit, but doable.

You must be one of those RMers still in their 30s.

[The Argonaut]

like me

[The Argonaut]

there used to be teenage RMers, wow

[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.

[Ello Sailor]

You can work out at home. Shut the fuck up, Trag.

[The Argonaut]

can we please just go back to telling rangi he has a beautiful body and a pretty face?

[Ello Sailor]

Yes Rangi you are so chiseled it makes me want to kill myself haha

[Rangi Guy]

What the hell happened in here? I just want to say that I do not endorse any of this! Now go to your room!

[spike]

What the hell happened in here? I just want to say that I do not endorse any of this! Now go to your room!

I think wease is after a spanking first.