Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:325 a.m and super tired but up to head to the airport...today and tomorrow just watching football and hitting the ground running on Monday morning..ugh

Ello Sailor wrote:What did you drank bb

Jorge wrote:a few moscow mules

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:325 a.m and super tired but up to head to the airport...today and tomorrow just watching football and hitting the ground running on Monday morning..ugh

When’s the last time you ran?

spike wrote:Then Saturday was like 37C and humid, and my sister in law decided her alfresco living space setup was better than closing the doors and running the air con full blast during the family Xmas party.

bart wrote:

spike wrote:Then Saturday was like 37C and humid, and my sister in law decided her alfresco living space setup was better than closing the doors and running the air con full blast during the family Xmas party.

who even are you anymore

bart wrote:

spike wrote:Then Saturday was like 37C and humid, and my sister in law decided her alfresco living space setup was better than closing the doors and running the air con full blast during the family Xmas party.

who even are you anymore

bart wrote:

spike wrote:Then Saturday was like 37C and humid, and my sister in law decided her alfresco living space setup was better than closing the doors and running the air con full blast during the family Xmas party.

who even are you anymore

Dev wrote:I have depression but I don't think that makes me a pussy per se.

Jorge wrote:I've been sleeping really great for several weeks and my back feels wonderful

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.

LoathedVermin72 wrote:I've been feeling very stressed and unhappy for the last few months.