Red Mosquito

tragabigzanda wrote:Wtf verb I threw you a lifeline and this is how you repay me

verb_to_trust wrote:I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

Strat wrote:

verb_to_trust wrote:I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

Lol you’re obsessed with Ryan Adams worsen

verb_to_trust wrote:

Strat wrote:

verb_to_trust wrote:I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

Lol you’re obsessed with Ryan Adams worsen

Romeo and Juliet is better than anything wilco has put out in a decade. Wednesdays too. Fight me.

Strat wrote:

verb_to_trust wrote:

Strat wrote:

verb_to_trust wrote:I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

Lol you’re obsessed with Ryan Adams worsen

Romeo and Juliet is better than anything wilco has put out in a decade. Wednesdays too. Fight me.

It all sucks.

Except Star Wars. Maybe.

verb_to_trust wrote:I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here.

verb_to_trust wrote:Which banned RMer is the boards Jay Bennett?

Jorge wrote:How often did you stop by during your six month ban?

Jorge wrote:Why didn't you make it?

verb_to_trust wrote:If RM was a Wilco song it would probably be I Might.

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.