Red Mosquito

dad wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:I need a new fucking job, this is terrible

I ran into the woman I dated between ages 18 to 26 a few months ago. She's like the assistant director of whatever the fuck office now and said she wanted to use that power to give people she knows jobs. Instead of the bums they hire now because they happen to know the right people. She apparently wants to hire the bums she knows.

Should I text her and ask her to give me a job? Bear in mind she is married now and I am probably still in love with her

i guess the real question is...how much of a bum are you?

wease wrote:

dad wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:I need a new fucking job, this is terrible

I ran into the woman I dated between ages 18 to 26 a few months ago. She's like the assistant director of whatever the fuck office now and said she wanted to use that power to give people she knows jobs. Instead of the bums they hire now because they happen to know the right people. She apparently wants to hire the bums she knows.

Should I text her and ask her to give me a job? Bear in mind she is married now and I am probably still in love with her

i guess the real question is...how much of a bum are you?

And is it an upgrade from what you’re doing now?

The Argonaut wrote:

wease wrote:

dad wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:I need a new fucking job, this is terrible

I ran into the woman I dated between ages 18 to 26 a few months ago. She's like the assistant director of whatever the fuck office now and said she wanted to use that power to give people she knows jobs. Instead of the bums they hire now because they happen to know the right people. She apparently wants to hire the bums she knows.

Should I text her and ask her to give me a job? Bear in mind she is married now and I am probably still in love with her

i guess the real question is...how much of a bum are you?

And is it an upgrade from what you’re doing now?

I don't even know where she works or what kind of jobs she's giving away to friends and former lovers

BurtReynolds wrote:you don't want to work for a former lover.

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.

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:I’ll never watch la la land so please explain the significance