Birthday Stip

[tree_]

is a joyful Stip?

[tree_]

are none of you going to wish Stip a happy birthday? What is wrong with you people?

[JuanHamm]

Happy birthday, stip. I hope pearl jam release another bad album for you to enjoy.

[dad]

Happy Birthday!

[B]

are none of you going to wish Stip a happy birthday? What is wrong with you people?

He knows it's his birthday. He can be happy or not. Who am I to say?

[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.

[Dev]

Happy Birthday Stip

[VinylGuy]

[dimejinky99]

Happy birthday your worshipfulness!

[Ms Harmless]

Happy Birthday Stip! you deserve the best

[epilogue]

Happy Stipday!!!

[Norah]

hbd stip

[doug rr]

hb stip...night swimming deserves a quiet night

[stip]

Belated thank you

[stip]

happy birthday stip. We all decided to just let you have every copy of Backspacer on earth.

Man, the things I could do with such power!

[E.H. Ruddock]

Happy birthday, stip!

[VinylGuy]

happy bdayyy stip

[Jorge]

April's the best month for birthdays. Have a good one Stip.

[VinylGuy]

Hope you blast Backspacer and buy a No Code vinyl to just break it

[tree_]

Happy birthday to you. You are seen and revered... by some.