Where’s verb?

[macphisto]

Please check in. If you’re banned again, say nothing.

[B]

Shit. Made me check the banning list.

[Jorge]

Post the banning list

[Peeps]

check
banned
say

easy thread

[BurtReynolds]

Verb has become a monk in the Himalayas.

[tree_]

More like verb to not trust and always let us down

[macphisto]

Musk is gonna give us all blue checks and we’ll be unbannable like Bammer.

[tree_]

Unbammerable

[Bammer]

Musk is gonna give us all blue checks and we’ll be unbannable like Bammer.

Haha I totes forgot that I’m unbannable.

You guys should try it.

[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.

[washing machine]

He’ll come back for the Wilco album

I almost made a post about the bloat of a double album and Tweedy's BMI but decided to leave it for him to do better than I ever could.

[Bammer]

Just got off the phone with verb. He’s fine but won’t be back here until he gets a chance to speak with DeMar DeRozan.

[tree_]

I just got off the phone with Demar DeRozan and he has no intention of speaking with verb.

[Bammer]

I just got off the phone with Demar DeRozan and he has no intention of speaking with verb.

If you think verb won’t track him down I got news for you

[dad]

maybe he tried to pee sitting down, became confused by what to do after he peed, and is stranded in the bathroom with a dead phone.

[macphisto]

maybe he tried to pee sitting down, became confused by what to do after he peed, and is stranded in the bathroom with a dead phone.

Maybe we could all chip in and get one for verb?



doug and wease too because they old af.

[spike]

maybe he tried to pee sitting down, became confused by what to do after he peed, and is stranded in the bathroom with a dead phone.

Maybe we could all chip in and get one for verb?



doug and wease too because they old af.

The foundation of the verb account is that we’re all always, paralyzingly alone. Forever.

[Peeps]

Is she about to engulf it in her mouth or have I just been single too long?

[verb_to_trust]

I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

[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.