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[Higgs]

The Jetsons, to determine if eating food pills for nourishment is actually enough.

Or just hit the treadmill and continue to eat what you want.

Says the sub 40 year old.

[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.

[spike]

The Jetsons, to determine if eating food pills for nourishment is actually enough.

Or just hit the treadmill and continue to eat what you want.

what i'm saying is, i'm not buying it.

[Ello Sailor]

You'd take that over punching Sheldon in the face?

[spike]

i don't have a desire to punch anyone in the face

[tommy]

Nobody spike? Come on

[wease]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

You fancy yourself on par with Downey, O’Donogue, Franken, Davis, Odenkirk, Smigel, O’Brien, Daniels, Fey, Shuster, Handey, Brown… ?

lol hell no. But I’d have a blast just trying to keep up (I have taken a few sketch writing courses in the past)

Let’s do a table read

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

If you could live in a TV show for one week, which would it be?

It’s Always Sunny

[wease]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

You fancy yourself on par with Downey, O’Donogue, Franken, Davis, Odenkirk, Smigel, O’Brien, Daniels, Fey, Shuster, Handey, Brown… ?

lol hell no. But I’d have a blast just trying to keep up (I have taken a few sketch writing courses in the past)

Let’s do a table read

The only thing I’d love more is the overnight Tuesday writing session

I’m too old. I’d never make it.

[bodysnatcher]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

You fancy yourself on par with Downey, O’Donogue, Franken, Davis, Odenkirk, Smigel, O’Brien, Daniels, Fey, Shuster, Handey, Brown… ?

lol hell no. But I’d have a blast just trying to keep up (I have taken a few sketch writing courses in the past)

Let’s do a table read

The only thing I’d love more is the overnight Tuesday writing session

I’m too old. I’d never make it.

If belushi was around you would

[wease]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

You fancy yourself on par with Downey, O’Donogue, Franken, Davis, Odenkirk, Smigel, O’Brien, Daniels, Fey, Shuster, Handey, Brown… ?

lol hell no. But I’d have a blast just trying to keep up (I have taken a few sketch writing courses in the past)

Let’s do a table read

The only thing I’d love more is the overnight Tuesday writing session

I’m too old. I’d never make it.

If belushi was around you would

I’d end up where he is now…

[spike]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

You fancy yourself on par with Downey, O’Donogue, Franken, Davis, Odenkirk, Smigel, O’Brien, Daniels, Fey, Shuster, Handey, Brown… ?

lol hell no. But I’d have a blast just trying to keep up (I have taken a few sketch writing courses in the past)

Let’s do a table read

The only thing I’d love more is the overnight Tuesday writing session

You’d have to give up your sobriety!

[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.

[spike]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

You fancy yourself on par with Downey, O’Donogue, Franken, Davis, Odenkirk, Smigel, O’Brien, Daniels, Fey, Shuster, Handey, Brown… ?

lol hell no. But I’d have a blast just trying to keep up (I have taken a few sketch writing courses in the past)

Let’s do a table read

The only thing I’d love more is the overnight Tuesday writing session

You’d have to give up your sobriety!

Nah I'd spend a couple weeks shifting to a nighttime schedule, then caffeinate my way through!

Lol they all did coke to pull it off, dude. Don’t be naive.

[wease]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

You fancy yourself on par with Downey, O’Donogue, Franken, Davis, Odenkirk, Smigel, O’Brien, Daniels, Fey, Shuster, Handey, Brown… ?

lol hell no. But I’d have a blast just trying to keep up (I have taken a few sketch writing courses in the past)

Let’s do a table read

The only thing I’d love more is the overnight Tuesday writing session

You’d have to give up your sobriety!

Nah I'd spend a couple weeks shifting to a nighttime schedule, then caffeinate my way through!

Lol they all did coke to pull it off, dude. Don’t be naive.

I think he was saying he’d abstain from the coke.

[96583UP]

you’ve been blacking again

[bodysnatcher]

You losers can’t just randomly stay up all night when needed? Wimps.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I couldn't do that when I was 10

[Jorge]

I can, but I'm a short sleeper in general.