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[The Argonaut]

(led by myself, if I recall correctly)

why am I not surprised?

[Ello Sailor]

It’s disgusting. You’re getting shit in your mouths that simply doesn’t belong there.

I feel bad for you, son.

[tragabigzanda]

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.

[tree_]

It’s disgusting. You’re getting shit in your mouths that simply doesn’t belong there.

I feel bad for you, son.

And I you, buttlicker

[Chris_H_2]

i'm really beginning to question the raz's dedication to good hygienic habits

[Jorge]

This doesn't fall on Raz

Also if she's happy with Tree's choice not to go down, then honestly who cares

[Ello Sailor]

i'm really beginning to question the raz's dedication to good hygienic habits

Yeah, I'm getting some True Detective Season 1 vibes. I bet bet Tree and Raz refer to fucking as "making flowers".

[tree_]

This doesn't fall on Raz

Also if she's happy with Tree's choice not to go down, then honestly who cares

Thanks Jorge. Some weird insecurities being projected up in here. You guys do know you don’t have to do it if you don’t like it right?

[Ello Sailor]

But we do like it. And you're a weird, prude little bitch for not liking it.

[Ello Sailor]

But we also mustn't rule out the possibility of Raz's shit being nasty.

[tommy]

That's pretty rude, soma

[Chris_H_2]

[dad]

guys.

[Ello Sailor]

That's pretty rude, soma

100%

[tree_]

I’m different from you and I’m proud of it. You should be ashamed of yourself.

[Ello Sailor]

[tree_]

If it wasn't connected to a female you were attracted to, would you still do it? Think about that and what it would look like. Would you suck on an erect penis? Why not?

[Ello Sailor]

I'm busy wallowing in shame. I can't process this hypothetical right now.

[tree_]

Then my work here is done.

[Ello Sailor]

Hold up, how did we get on to sucking dick? You really are completely and utterly redacted.