Argonautical Birthing Day

[tree_]

i don't really know you, but i know this strange RM version of a you and it is your birthday and i hope it is a happy one. but if not, that's ok, ... happiiness is fleeting, so just try to be present with whatever you actually experience in the moment, and that's probably what happiness is truly about, even if it's kind of a sad feeling or whatever

[Monkey_Driven]

Damn, you really have a way with words

[VinylGuy]

happy bday you gorgeous motherfucker!!

[dad]

Happy Birthday! Hope you have a great one!

[tragabigzanda]

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]

[The Argonaut]

Thank you tree, VG, dad, trag, and rudd

[tommy]

Happy birthday. Sorry it's so close to Christmas.

[The Argonaut]

Thank you, tommy. I don't mind, I'm used to it by now

[Jorge]

Argo, I'd like to dedicate the following song by Sade to you

When you're on the outside, baby, and you can't get in
I will show you, you're so much better than you know
When you're lost, and you're alone, and you can't get back again
I will find you, darling, and I will bring you home

And if you want to cry, I am here to dry your eyes, ooh
And in no time, you'll be fine

[The Argonaut]

Thank you Jorge and Sade

[Ello Sailor]

HBD. And, of course, buzz buzz.

[spike]

Mazel tov Ashman.

[BurtReynolds]

hbd

[The Argonaut]

Thanks ello, spike, and burt

[Higgs]

Happy birthday argo. Keep on RITFW.

[The Argonaut]

Thank you, higgs. Thank you all

[BurtReynolds]

Hbd again

[Ello Sailor]

Hilariously big dick, Argo.