Red Mosquito

VinylGuy wrote:Im back home!! arrived yesterday night after a whole day of a little more shopping and hangin in the airport.

Just came home, its been a month and a half since i was in my place, because i spent a month at my moms looking for my dog and the house while she was visiting my sister in the south, and then went to Chile so first time in my bed in a whileee

Bought a lot of clothes and sneakers, a few hot sauces and 6 fucking new vinyl, BUT I FORGOT THEM at my girl´s house so ill wait to spin those.

Listening to Californication right now instead.

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:Went to an event tonight for a non-profit that provides a sort of recovery program for veterans. Extremely powerful stuff, these guys talking about traumatic brain injury, the loss of purpose on discharge, etc…

Then during Q&A, this very extra sort of woman — known local quantity, entrepreneur with real Housewives of the Rockies energy — got all fired up, talking about “you fucking GO, you guys!”, dropping names of donors she knows, just an embarrassing interaction that made it all about her. The best and worst of humanity within inches of each other.

Peeps wrote:so a sign was posted on the gym sauna


Please keep activities to family friendly. if these rules are not followed a loss of membership and no refund can occur

VinylGuy wrote:i spent a month at my moms looking for my dog

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Peeps wrote:so a sign was posted on the gym sauna


Please keep activities to family friendly. if these rules are not followed a loss of membership and no refund can occur

Peeps, quit rubbing one out in the sauna!

doug rr wrote:electrician and painter coming today to have a look around and give quotes

Jorge wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:i spent a month at my moms looking for my dog

Wow

spike wrote:

Jorge wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:i spent a month at my moms looking for my dog

Wow

must be a big house