Red Mosquito

Higgs wrote:Picked up my Mum's ashes the other day. Forked out a few hundred dollars on a nice urn that I'm pretty confident she would have liked. She's sitting on the table in The Good Room and will be listening to the couple of new SRV vinyls I bought today with me.

My wife is a bit weirded out about having her MiL upstairs at our house though. Probably fair enough.

Higgs wrote:Gonna split her 50/50 between my Dad's grave (in Perth) and do a trip with my brother and sister to Adelaide to put the rest with her Mum and Dad.

Feel a bit weird about splitting her up though. Not sure which half my Dad would want... Lol.

Will be a nice weekend away in Adelaide though. I visited my grandparents grave last time I was there. It's very lovely. But we have plenty of time, no rush.

Higgs wrote:Feel a bit weird about splitting her up though. Not sure which half my Dad would want... Lol.

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:The Scottish rugby team are all otherworldly handsome.
They’re like Elf beautiful. Somehow.

wtf dude

doug rr wrote:in our new Canadian house as of yesterday..got the essentials at the store and movers come tomorrow to deliver most things..off to a friends house for the game and to eat pork today...we have a great view of the lawn bowling club

dimejinky99 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:The Scottish rugby team are all otherworldly handsome.
They’re like Elf beautiful. Somehow.

wtf dude

What’s your problem now?

Elves are weird ethereal creatures almost ghostly. You try and touch one of them and your finger would go through. They’re angelic beautiful creatures.

The Scottish rugby team look like elves. Which makes no sense because if they’re all that handsome you’d assume no team in the world could get near them or touch them. They should be winning everything. Ireland destroyed them today.
Almost entirely and globally rugby players look like they’ve been kicked in the head and face all their lives, because they have been in most cases.

Not so the Scots
Big beautiful sexy elf men like them

96583UP wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:The Scottish rugby team are all otherworldly handsome.
They’re like Elf beautiful. Somehow.

wtf dude

What’s your problem now?

Elves are weird ethereal creatures almost ghostly. You try and touch one of them and your finger would go through. They’re angelic beautiful creatures.

The Scottish rugby team look like elves. Which makes no sense because if they’re all that handsome you’d assume no team in the world could get near them or touch them. They should be winning everything. Ireland destroyed them today.
Almost entirely and globally rugby players look like they’ve been kicked in the head and face all their lives, because they have been in most cases.

Not so the Scots
Big beautiful sexy elf men like them

pics or it didnt happen

96583UP wrote:hmmm needs to lose the headband and add a smile

dimejinky99 wrote:“Of all the arts, Music is the most powerful. Because of this.
Music. Is the invisible sound which releases the obscure emotions of the heart. “

dimejinky99 wrote:

96583UP wrote:hmmm needs to lose the headband and add a smile

You want him smiling when he’s hoofihg it into you?

You’ll need the headband!