Pollo: Why did spike disrespecto Jorge's Papa?
Posted: Tue May 02, 2023 2:20 am
Why did spike disrespecto Jorge's Papa?
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.
the only pollo in this thread is spike for disrespectoing Jorge's PapaJorge wrote:Pollo means chicken
I laughedtragabigzanda wrote:Tonkotsu ramen
damn right we do…do.96583UP wrote:no
the word is Pollo
this is spanish (from GD)
we say Pollo here
and we eat at normal meal times
generally high fiber/protein
What is normal meal times? Argentines eat too late for my liking. Almost 18 years here and I still can't get used to "hey let's meet for dinner... at 10 PM"96583UP wrote:no
the word is Pollo
this is spanish (from GD)
we say Pollo here
and we eat at normal meal times
generally high fiber/protein
breakfast (weekdays): 6:30am-8:30amJorge wrote:What is normal meal times? Argentines eat too late for my liking. Almost 18 years here and I still can't get used to "hey let's meet for dinner... at 10 PM"96583UP wrote:no
the word is Pollo
this is spanish (from GD)
we say Pollo here
and we eat at normal meal times
generally high fiber/protein
if you wake up at 5:30/6am and breakfast is only coffee then 11:30am is a respectable entry to light lunchJorge wrote:11:30 am is way too early for lunch IMO
They’re called “senior citizens”96583UP wrote:don't disrespecto early risers / lunchers
Go fuck yourself96583UP wrote:if you wake up at 5:30/6am and breakfast is only coffee then 11:30am is a respectable entry to light lunchJorge wrote:11:30 am is way too early for lunch IMO
this is pretty disrespecto, especially to construccion workers who are out there trabajoing hard to make a new and better world for us allJorge wrote:Go fuck yourself96583UP wrote:if you wake up at 5:30/6am and breakfast is only coffee then 11:30am is a respectable entry to light lunchJorge wrote:11:30 am is way too early for lunch IMO
*señor citizensChris_H_2 wrote:They’re called “senior citizens”96583UP wrote:don't disrespecto early risers / lunchers