Red Mosquito

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:so we're headed out for pizza soon...the friend we're staying with just invited a guy to come out with us and he's also going to be spending the night here..anyway, she told him to bring his guitar....man this is gonna suck

Your wife is going to get drunk and wanna mess around, and all you’ll want to do is sleep.

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.

doug rr wrote:the guy got his guitar out and played/sang going to california.

tragabigzanda wrote:Ironically you’ll be going to California

spike wrote:Great, now Doug’s in a house full of hungover women.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:Great, now Doug’s in a house full of hungover women.

That spent the night with a crooner who carries his guitar around

doug rr wrote:pretty much stayed downstairs until 11am....they all got up and ate cold pizza..i made a bloody mary when i went upstairs and got another run through of the ted talk...about to call a lyft and go to matt's for a juicy lucy and then off to electric fetus record store to calm my soul and then a dive bar on the way home before a fancy dinner tonight...
PS..strat "knows" on of the women here if not 2

epilogue wrote:It's been a rough week. A good friend got hit by and pinned under a car while riding his bike in the city. They think he'll fully recover but it's going to take a long time. He broke a lot of bones and had a lot of internal injuries, obviously.

Another friend is back in NYC (she lives in Austin now) for her friend's funeral.

Another friend back home lost her mother and her best friend lost her step-mother. On the same day.

Today, I'm at work all day (open to close) and I'm just trying to breathe and focus on the important things. Let the dumb shit go.

Be careful out there, y'all.