Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:the start of a stressful week/month...

Coach wrote:The plant I am caring for at the office has taken a turn for the worse.

96583UP wrote:

doug rr wrote:the start of a stressful week/month...

why is that, ser

Chris_H_2 wrote:guys, snatch really should be recognized for the genius of his comment

spike wrote:

96583UP wrote:

doug rr wrote:the start of a stressful week/month...

why is that, ser

doug's been very mysterious about this lately. i'm concerned.

doug rr wrote:plumber was supposed to come around 10 this morning...now its sometime after 3

Peeps wrote:im still on friendly terms (ie we play words with friends) with my ex. today she sent a message of "I miss you"

my counter was, so how is work

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:

wease wrote:

Peeps wrote:im still on friendly terms (ie we play words with friends) with my ex. today she sent a message of "I miss you"

my counter was, so how is work

Yeesh. I don’t know if I could’ve responded at all

as i recall she was hot. rethink your strategy.

Jorge wrote:Today I helped Hayley Williams from Paramore to procure some edibles

spike wrote:

Jorge wrote:Today I helped Hayley Williams from Paramore to procure some edibles

you're a backstage gopher now?