Red Mosquito

Jorge wrote:I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy

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lennytheweedwhacker wrote:If you needed meth in the next two hours, do you have the connections to access it?

Bammer wrote:3rd & Pine

Downtown Seattle

Anything you want

Rangi Guy wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:If you needed meth in the next two hours, do you have the connections to access it?

Nope - I'd be completely screwed

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.

bodysnatcher wrote:Where is everybody?

spike wrote:If you went out for drinks or dinner directly after work, and left your laptop at the office, would you come home to your s/o and mention you left your “computer” at work? Wtf.

spike wrote:Haha oops, that does read weird.

All I was getting at is it’s weird to call a laptop a computer in 2024.

oasisfan35 wrote:

spike wrote:Haha oops, that does read weird.

All I was getting at is it’s weird to call a laptop a computer in 2024.

A laptop is a computer... this is weird.

Ello Sailor wrote:No, Spike is right. Laptop/lappie or nothing at all.

Ello Sailor wrote:And if it was a desktop then that's a PC. End of discussion.