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.

dimejinky99 wrote:How do I post a photo in here?

VinylGuy wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:How do I post a photo in here?

I use postimg. You upload the photo there and then copy paste the link.

tragabigzanda wrote:pm user bammer

dimejinky99 wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:How do I post a photo in here?

I use postimg. You upload the photo there and then copy paste the link.

Gimme a link!

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I love how dime has been posting here as long or longer than all of us but still can’t post a picture

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I love how dime has been posting here as long or longer than all of us but still can’t post a picture

Peeps wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I love how dime has been posting here as long or longer than all of us but still can’t post a picture

ahem..im pretty sure im the longest tenured here buddy

wait...that's not the flex i thought it was

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:Looking good dime. I like the beard.

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Looking good dime. I like the beard.

Yeah. Digging it.

wease wrote:Eddie Joey and me hanging out back in January



Parker and me working from home back in January.


The beard has since been trimmed

dimejinky99 wrote:

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Looking good dime. I like the beard.

Yeah. Digging it.

You were the inspo. Never saw this thread and went from page one.
You’re on page one!

wease wrote:Eddie Joey and me hanging out back in January



Parker and me working from home back in January.


The beard has since been trimmed

wease wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Looking good dime. I like the beard.

Yeah. Digging it.

You were the inspo. Never saw this thread and went from page one.
You’re on page one!

wease wrote:Eddie Joey and me hanging out back in January



Parker and me working from home back in January.


The beard has since been trimmed

That beard has gone and come back! The mustache is bigger now tho. I’m trying to get to the Jeff “Skunk” Baxter level of mustache.

Sloppy Dupree wrote: