my friend from lakota ancestry used to come to my house exhausted from speaking up for mother earth and would collapse on a bed in my guest studio, always sprinkling tobacco in honor of her and saying to us another earth is so tired, so weary, so disrespected and ravage i can hardly bear her suffering. some times in his sorrow he would beat. always felt as if he w . always felt as if he wasweep . always felt as if he was. always felt as if he was talking about his best friend in she died prayers to her on top of mesa's 4 corporations were strip mining coal or chanting beside pristine rivers soon to be polluted from every conceivable contamination caused by drilling, mining, fracking and other grotesque forms of ecological rape. he was always thinking of her, always in prayer for alignment. he was her son. he did not forget this for a moment. we must all learn to know her as he did, to feel with her, to know she is alive, that she is alive and needing affection, caring, love, who are we to give her nothing but basically grief? massive amounts of faith will be required that we can change

my friend bill of lakota and kickapoo ancestry used to come to my house exhausted from speaking up forther earth and would collapse in a bed on my guess studio, spring glen tobacco and honor of her and saying tests, so tired, so weary , this respected and ravaged, i can hardly bear suffering. sometimes in his sorrow he would weep. always felt that if he were talking about his very best friend as well as his mother. he was. he died talking and singing in german to her, praying on top of maces where corporations were strip mining coal or chanting beside pristine rivers sent to be polluted from every conceivable contamination caused by drilling, mining, fracking, and other grotesque forms of ecological rape. he was always thinking of her, always in prayerful alignment. he was hircine. he did not forget this for a moment. we must all learn to know our as bill did, to feel with there, to know she is alive, that she is alive and needing affection, caring, love, that she gives us everything. you are we to give her nothing but basically grief. massive amounts of fate will be required that we c

my friend bill of lakota and kickapoo ancestry used to come to my house exhausted from speaking up forther earth and would collapse in a bed on my guess studio, spring glen tobacco and honor of her and saying tests, so tired, so weary , this respected and ravaged, i can hardly bear suffering. sometimes in his sorrow he would weep. always felt that if he were talking about his very best friend as well as his mother. he was. he died talking and singing in german to her, praying on top of maces where corporations were strip mining coal or chanting beside pristine rivers sent to be polluted from every conceivable contamination caused by drilling, mining, fracking, and other grotesque forms of ecological rape. he was always thinking of her, always in prayerful alignment. he was hircine. he did not forget this for a moment. we must all learn to know our as bill did, to feel with there, to know she is alive, that she is alive and needing affection, caring, love, that she gives us everything. you are we to give her nothing but basically grief. massive amounts of fate will be required that we c