Red Mosquito

JuanHamm wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:The trouble with the future is we don’t know when this whole shit show is gonna end. So you may appear in a time when no humans are around, and suddenly you’re being burned by acid rain and having to eat dirt.

This would actually be an improvement for Lenny

Ms Harmless wrote:

Anders wrote:You don’t become a younger version of yourself with a time machine, you stay your current age, and keep aging normally, wherever you go.

well that sounds pointless and bad

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.

Anders wrote:I would travel back in time to last night, to follow the "Tommy sent me some pictures of dead bodies" - thread live.

Malloy wrote:

Anders wrote:I would travel back in time to last night, to follow the "Tommy sent me some pictures of dead bodies" - thread live.

direct me to this thread, please and thank you

bodysnatcher wrote:I would travel back to when B thought his 2022 April Fools joke was a good idea

SBWM's bandmate wrote:All of you dummies saying you'd go back in time. That is just fucking dumb. Why not go to the future where you can see if we've unlocked secrets of the universe? Intergalactic travel, alien contact, etc. Who cares about whether or not Hitler dies earlier or Jesus turned bread into wine or whatever.

dad wrote:i would go back in time a la biff tannen, and bet large amounts of money on sporting events, bury the money for my future self…