Red Mosquito

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Where is chud?

In a happier place

Not Boston?

Not our Boston. His own private Quincy.

Does this mean he’s prosting now?

epilogue wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Where is chud?

In a happier place

Not Boston?

Not our Boston. His own private Quincy.

Does this mean he’s prosting now?

I don't know what that means.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

epilogue wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Where is chud?

In a happier place

Not Boston?

Not our Boston. His own private Quincy.

Does this mean he’s prosting now?

I don't know what that means.

He meant to say prostrating

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

epilogue wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

epilogue wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Where is chud?

In a happier place

Not Boston?

Not our Boston. His own private Quincy.

Does this mean he’s prosting now?

I don't know what that means.

He meant to say prostrating

Chud's never been face down.

tree_ wrote:Sentimental thread

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

tree_ wrote:Sentimental thread

What is your avatar

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

tree_ wrote:Sentimental thread

What is your avatar

tree_ wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

tree_ wrote:Sentimental thread

What is your avatar

Closeup pic of my mouth

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:That's also when you developed a lisp.

epilogue wrote:I don't know if that's entirely true. I don't mind disagreements (though, I am hypersensitive, I admit). I do take personal attacks personally.

From 2004 to 2016 I found ways to get along just fine and have great conversations with many who disagreed with me. My tastes aren't very like most of RM, so there are a lot of disagreements. This seems to go way beyond that.

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:

Higgs wrote:I still entertain hopes of finding some new tunes/bands in OB, but that seems to be hapenning less and less to be honest. Less engagement there generally, but that's OK.

And whilst I find a lot of the GD shit a bit weary from time to time there are a lot of good and funny people here, and I feel I've been around long enough to at least kind of fit in. Even if I'm mostly ignored (which is just fine btw).

Damn higgs, do you feel ignored? I think you are widely loved

The Argonaut wrote:One time I teased rudd for something it turns out higgs had actually done and he's never gotten over it