Red Mosquito

tree_ wrote:i resent how these guys are flaunting their very close friendship and dangling it in front of us.. like, i text about 2 RMers on my cellular phone sometimes, but you don't see me talking about it or telling you which ones they are and excluding everyone else of my 'ship

tree_ wrote:i resent how these guys are flaunting their very close friendship and dangling it in front of us.. like, i text about 2 RMers on my cellular phone sometimes, but you don't see me talking about it or telling you which ones they are and excluding everyone else of my 'ship

96583UP wrote:can we rank who is hottest in the photo

or is it too soon

need the dust to settle from the scorned bridesmaid that wasn’t

96583UP wrote:can we rank who is hottest in the photo

or is it too soon

need the dust to settle from the scorned bridesmaid that wasn’t

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:

tree_ wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Tree had his chance to connect in STL but he wanted to stay home and play Death Stranding

I actually thought about you the day you were in STL. I was in nearby Main Street St. Charles and there was this shop with like nice refurbished retro radios. I'm not even sure if you're into that kinda thing but for some reason I thought about you at that time that day. I decided not to reach out to you anyway.

My uncle lives in St Charles with his family -- I was there the day before the show! We got takeout from a nice Greek place and took his dog to a big dog park.

96583UP wrote:can we rank who is hottest in the photo

or is it too soon

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.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Everyone but tree : congrats strat! So cool you made friends on RM and they celebrated your special day with you!

Tree: I HAVE FRIENDS ON RM TOO BUT YOU DON’T HEAR ME BRAGGING ABOUT IT

tragabigzanda wrote:

tree_ wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Tree had his chance to connect in STL but he wanted to stay home and play Death Stranding

I actually thought about you the day you were in STL. I was in nearby Main Street St. Charles and there was this shop with like nice refurbished retro radios. I'm not even sure if you're into that kinda thing but for some reason I thought about you at that time that day. I decided not to reach out to you anyway.

My uncle lives in St Charles with his family -- I was there the day before the show! We got takeout from a nice Greek place and took his dog to a big dog park.

tree_ wrote:

Jorge wrote:

tree_ wrote:i resent how these guys are flaunting their very close friendship and dangling it in front of us.. like, i text about 2 RMers on my cellular phone sometimes, but you don't see me talking about it or telling you which ones they are and excluding everyone else of my 'ship

I think it's nice

that's because you don't like me.. some people could use my 'ship but i don't dangle it out there to tease them whilst withholding