Red Mosquito

Wendy Carlos's Twin wrote:

Norris wrote:The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Norris wrote:

Wendy Carlos's Twin wrote:

Norris wrote:The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

Mickey wrote:

Norris wrote:

Wendy Carlos's Twin wrote:

Norris wrote:The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

"Someone"

epilogue wrote:

Mickey wrote:

Norris wrote:

Wendy Carlos's Twin wrote:

Norris wrote:The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

"Someone"

aw huh

JuanHamm wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Mickey wrote:

Norris wrote:

Wendy Carlos's Twin wrote:

Norris wrote:The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

"Someone"

aw huh

Probably Verb or Mac as I got the same pictures and B_I and I have no issues with each other.

Mickey wrote:So what was Mac's second account handle this time?

bodysnatcher wrote:I had 3 friends in school. Currently...

- 1 dead from suicide
- 1 in prison for murder
- 1 on his way to prison for embezzlement and identity theft

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.

wease wrote:Who’s the kid next to Tom Cruise?

Wendy Carlos's Twin wrote:

wease wrote:Who’s the kid next to Tom Cruise?

That's Donovan.

wease wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:I had 3 friends in school. Currently...

- 1 dead from suicide
- 1 in prison for murder
- 1 on his way to prison for embezzlement and identity theft

I guess you’re the 25% that makes it.

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.