Today shall be the first event of the soon to be annual Pigeon pooper party event, of the event, cause of the new event, that started at the last event, last tuesday at the kfc event. I see we are back to talking about chicken figglets. i will try to tangent to a different topic. today, yes today, i will talk about cows, including all of the products that a cow hide can produce, for example, native indians own casinos and give them as gifts to the white man. The white man kill all my people take all my land and distort my women. As a native i can't stand to fly, because im not that native. I'm more than a bird I'm more than a plain, im more than some pretty face beside a train. Its not easy to be a native like me. I wish i could cry with my dream catcher, fall upon my knees and take it in the sweet yummy grass by a white man. Find a way to lie about my home with the angry buffalo, old man would you look at my life, twenty FOUUUR and so much mooooore, live alone in a silly teepee. LOVe loosst, such a cost on my native reserve, the spirits of my sacred pemican, possess me to turn into a buffalo. In the time of chimpanzees i was a buffalo, pemican in my veins so i'm out to cut the junkie.
the native spirit will live in the living things of the world forever.
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