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[LetMeSleep]

Imagine when one of his kids isn't invited to something...

[Higgs]

MD is the best of us

This does not surprise me at all.

[Higgs]

Imagine when one of his kids isn't invited to something...

Oof. Now that shit does hurt.

[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.

[tree_]

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

I don't understand what my opinion of you has to do with thinking it's nice that these boys are good friends

I thought you said it was nice I’m not friends with more people

[E.H. Ruddock]

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

Also tree: starting a video game subforum is a great idea

Mostly everyone else, especially Ruddo: that’s a terrible idea!

5 years later, tree:

Ruddo:

Very similar to what is happening in this thread. Thank you. ->

[JuanHamm]

Please stop fighting, guys. You're both pretty cool.

[Peeps]

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

I don't understand what my opinion of you has to do with thinking it's nice that these boys are good friends

seriously. there is a lot of misdirected anger going on here. i think its great that strat feels close enough to these gents to invite them to his big day. instead of being a whiner about it maybe be happy for them. or else just shut the fuck up about it

[tree_]

i'm obviously just horsing around. get over yourself peeps

happy for you strat and for you guys for being good buds

[Chris_H_2]

yes, "obviously"

[E.H. Ruddock]

yes, "obviously"

You wearing your suit to Sigur Ros in August?

[tree_]

if you don't know when i'm being completely silly by now i don't know what else i can do for you

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Come to my wedding, tree

[Chris_H_2]

yes, "obviously"

You wearing your suit to Sigur Ros in August?

only if it makes you uncomfortable when we meet up.

[JuanHamm]

Come to my wedding, tree

I thought we agreed not to announce it yet

[tree_]

i'll be there, buddy with whom i chat with on my cellular telephone sometimes

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Come to my wedding, tree

I thought we agreed not to announce it yet

Uh yeah not you I’m straight

[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.

[Chris_H_2]

yes, "obviously"

You wearing your suit to Sigur Ros in August?

only if it makes you uncomfortable when we meet up.

Mrs Ruddo has opinions on men’s attire, fyi

feeeccckkkk

[JuanHamm]

Come to my wedding, tree

I thought we agreed not to announce it yet

Uh yeah not you I’m straight

Oh right. Are we going to invite Ruddock?