Red Mosquito

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:reminds me of this sweet bastard from my glory days

The Zipper. Was a dedicated fan until I puked my guts out then never again.

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:reminds me of this sweet bastard from my glory days

The Zipper. Was a dedicated fan until I puked my guts out then never again.

I remember losing a pocket full of change on that damn thing.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:reminds me of this sweet bastard from my glory days

The Zipper. Was a dedicated fan until I puked my guts out then never again.

I remember losing a pocket full of change on that damn thing.

i remember one year at our local parish's annual festival they had that ride. some girl was getting out of the car when the entire ride started to move pretty quickly. at its lowest point with the girl barely a foot away the momentum made the next car (with people in it) swing up and crack that girl square in the back of the head. they shut the ride down for the entire weekend. i remember being so pissed.

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:reminds me of this sweet bastard from my glory days

The Zipper. Was a dedicated fan until I puked my guts out then never again.

I remember losing a pocket full of change on that damn thing.

i remember one year at our local parish's annual festival they had that ride. some girl was getting out of the car when the entire ride started to move pretty quickly. at its lowest point with the girl barely a foot away the momentum made the next car (with people in it) swing up and crack that girl square in the back of the head. they shut the ride down for the entire weekend. i remember being so pissed.

is she dead?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:reminds me of this sweet bastard from my glory days

The Zipper. Was a dedicated fan until I puked my guts out then never again.

I remember losing a pocket full of change on that damn thing.

i remember one year at our local parish's annual festival they had that ride. some girl was getting out of the car when the entire ride started to move pretty quickly. at its lowest point with the girl barely a foot away the momentum made the next car (with people in it) swing up and crack that girl square in the back of the head. they shut the ride down for the entire weekend. i remember being so pissed.

spike wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:reminds me of this sweet bastard from my glory days

The Zipper. Was a dedicated fan until I puked my guts out then never again.

I remember losing a pocket full of change on that damn thing.

i remember one year at our local parish's annual festival they had that ride. some girl was getting out of the car when the entire ride started to move pretty quickly. at its lowest point with the girl barely a foot away the momentum made the next car (with people in it) swing up and crack that girl square in the back of the head. they shut the ride down for the entire weekend. i remember being so pissed.

that's very cool that you were pissed that she hit her head. you're a good person, chris.

spike wrote:

Bammer wrote:

Bi_3 wrote:

Bammer wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:

Bammer wrote:Why are libtards so up in arms over this Sound Of Freedom movie and why do MAGAts love it so much?

It's a Qanon movie. It's the story of a leading proponent of the Qanon child trafficking conspiracy - played by Jim Caviezel who is a Qanon conspiracy theorist.

Did the real life guy rescue any kids or not?

A couple hundred over several years, claims of 'thousands' are unsubstantiated.

So the libtards fall on the wrong side of this particular issue, it would appear, no?

Will you ever learn

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:Nothing

tragabigzanda wrote:You are 99.9% certain two people are having an affair. They are both married, each with multiple young children. They work together in leadership roles, though one is subordinate to the other. It impacts your sanity at your job. What do you do?