Red Mosquito

coptheriotact wrote:im a mounter, and i mounted my TV too high.

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.

Higgs wrote:

Jorge wrote:I only have one in each bedroom and one in the living room. How do you get to 7?

Each kid has a TV in their room bought by themselves. We have a TV in our room and the spare bedroom also has an old TV in it. Then there's the upstairs lounge room, the TV in the garage for watching the footy and our actual TV TV in the lounge room.

We own a stupid number of TVs and I'd never really considered it before.

tree_ wrote:conscious choices are fire

Monkey_Driven wrote:

tree_ wrote:conscious choices are fire

congratulations on your 3rd place finish in the recent RM power rankings

Bammer wrote:When you reference your “home town” do you mean where you live right now? Where you were born? Where you grew up? What if you moved around a lot as a kid? Does your answer change depending on the context or where you are?

Right now if I were making a comment about my home town I would probably go with where I lived from age 6 to 19.

If I was traveling and referenced my home town I would probably refer to where I live right now.

BurtReynolds wrote:I'm from a tiny village that no one has ever heard of, even thirty minutes away, so I usually just go with a nearby town. But I often say "near New Orleans" because that's the closest city of any size.

Ello Sailor wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:I'm from a tiny village that no one has ever heard of, even thirty minutes away, so I usually just go with a nearby town. But I often say "near New Orleans" because that's the closest city of any size.

That tiny village is missing its idiot lmao got his ass

Ello Sailor wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:I'm from a tiny village that no one has ever heard of, even thirty minutes away, so I usually just go with a nearby town. But I often say "near New Orleans" because that's the closest city of any size.

That tiny village is missing its idiot lmao got his ass