Red Mosquito

Higgs wrote:Looks like we have bought a new car. More interestingly though, looks like in a few weeks the wiffey and I will be flying interstate to pick it up and drive it 3,500 kms across Australia back home.

Looking forward to those wide open roads and wide open skies again.

Peeps wrote:how was the drive?


years ago my father offered to pay for me and my brother to fly to california and drive back as we was moving back here. hindsight i should have went but thinking about driving in a car with them two i would have lost my mind

Bi_3 wrote:Breath Right strips

Well, they definitely work but my nose looked flared out for like an hour after taking it off. Not sure it's gonna be an every night thing.

Bi_3 wrote:Breath Right strips

Well, they definitely work but my nose looked flared out for like an hour after taking it off. Not sure it's gonna be an every night thing.

tree_ wrote:I sure do wish my wife would wear those more often

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Bammer wrote:Mariners playoff tickets.

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Double sideways reverse jinx

these have bad reviews. poor purchase

doug rr wrote:will you be leaving it all up until December?

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.

Peeps wrote:safe travels mr higgs