Red Mosquito

Jorge wrote:Lots of things happen in nature that I don't wanna look at

Higgs wrote:

Jorge wrote:Lots of things happen in nature that I don't wanna look at

I saw a vid of a stork mum yesterday with 3 baby storks in her nest. She had obviously decided she couldn't properly feed and care for all 3 little storks so she picked up the smallest one and just yeeted it out of the nest. Nature is serious goddam business.

Bet the 2 baby storks that were left didn't give no lip for the rest of the day.

BurtReynolds wrote:New assistant DA broad is a real ballbreaker. Always harping about "procedure this!" and "procedure that!". You tell that to the kid I scraped off the sidewalk last night!

Helluva looker though.

Rangi Guy wrote:My wife has flown down to the South Island with my stepson - he's going to be doing his 2nd year of university down there. Hopefully now the house can get to some state of normality

Ello Sailor wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Ex-wife is up my ass about unpaid child support again. What did she do with the money i already gave her?

Is this a bit?

Ello Sailor wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:My wife has flown down to the South Island with my stepson - he's going to be doing his 2nd year of university down there. Hopefully now the house can get to some state of normality

Is he going to Massey or Canterbury Uni?

The weather is amazing down there currently!

Ello Sailor wrote:Oh, you've gotta go further south for the good shit.

Rangi Guy wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:Oh, you've gotta go further south for the good shit.

Good mountain biking to be had in Chch, not that you'd ever get him on a bike

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.