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chinga me

Posted: Sat August 27, 2022 11:29 am
by 96583UP
callate puta

Re: chinga me

Posted: Mon August 29, 2022 8:14 pm
by tree_
Went fishing yesterday. Caught enough for the two of us. Filleted in the rain and fried them in olive oil. Ate them with salad. Yummy.

Re: chinga me

Posted: Wed August 31, 2022 1:07 am
by 96583UP
glad to hear

i caught a fluke today and ate it for dinner. a little olive oil and white wine

saw a sea turtle floating around out there. it was huge

Re: chinga me

Posted: Wed August 31, 2022 3:21 am
by tree_
Cool. A little drunk right now

Re: chinga me

Posted: Wed August 31, 2022 3:26 am
by tragabigzanda
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.

Re: chinga me

Posted: Thu September 01, 2022 1:55 am
by 96583UP
chinga chinga chinga chinga chinga chinga me
calla calla calla callate
chinga chinga chinga chinga chinga chinga te
puta puta puta callate

Re: chinga me

Posted: Thu September 15, 2022 7:15 pm
by 96583UP
bump

Re: chinga me

Posted: Thu September 15, 2022 7:17 pm
by tree_
I got the scissors out to cut a piece of paper and it was a frog. Weird, right?

Re: chinga me

Posted: Thu September 15, 2022 7:24 pm
by 96583UP
interesting

Re: chinga me

Posted: Thu September 22, 2022 10:43 pm
by 96583UP
chinga chinga chinga chinga chinga

chinga me