Red Mosquito

Jorge wrote:Almost started to actually feel self-conscious about my discussion-ending abilities until I realized

spike wrote:

Bammer wrote:I’m still amazed over that pic he has of himself standing out in the middle of a concert crowd.

haha, astounding photo

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:proud to say that I've never seen any Jurassic World movies.

Me either.

Jorge wrote:I think the post was lost in the B Wipe so I'll repost it here



It hangs in my living room

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It hangs in my living room

Jorge wrote:I think the post was lost in the B Wipe so I'll repost it here



It hangs in my living room

Bammer wrote:It’s a good thing I remembered this when everyone else forgot about it

Jorge wrote:No, I went to the Beach House show in Buenos Aires in 2013 and the next day I saw the photo posted on the event's Facebook page. I didn't know the photographer nor do I recall ever looking up and seeing his camera. Total fluke

Bammer wrote:It’s a good thing I remembered this when everyone else forgot about it

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.

Spoiler: show

When we discover that all this time Jay thought Dante's name was Sergio

epilogue wrote:

Bammer wrote:It’s a good thing I remembered this when everyone else forgot about it

couldn’t resist the urge to talk about yourself.

Jorge wrote:I remember one joke I laughed at

Spoiler: show

When we discover that all this time Jay thought Dante's name was Sergio

But yeah fucking trash movie