Red Mosquito

tree_ wrote:Feeling good about teaming up with Joey here for a change

JuanHamm wrote:Joey is a good dude and I have no doubt he'd make an excellent juror.

BurtReynolds wrote:

tree_ wrote:Feeling good about teaming up with Joey here for a change

Sucking up so you won't get banned?

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.

BurtReynolds wrote:I was on one of those small propeller planes in a windstorm once and the turbulence was awful. There was a pilot sitting next to me and he didn't care, but I was close to freaking out. I played it cool for awhile, but finally had to brace myself against the overhead compartment like I was holding on for dear life. Of course, the second I did that, the turbulence stopped. I'm pretty sure the pilot smirked at me.

bodysnatcher wrote:Turbulence rarely bothers me. It’s just white water rafting in the sky.

Jorge wrote:Have you been through an air travel experience that made you afraid for your life?

I just went through a patch of the worst fucking turbulence, it was so disturbing. People were crying and praying all around me. I know turbulence is generally safe but for a moment I thought a motor must have failed and we were falling to our deaths

Dev wrote:

Jorge wrote:Have you been through an air travel experience that made you afraid for your life?

I just went through a patch of the worst fucking turbulence, it was so disturbing. People were crying and praying all around me. I know turbulence is generally safe but for a moment I thought a motor must have failed and we were falling to our deaths

do you have a greater appreciation for RM now?