"...I can't even remember if we were lovers... or if I just wanted to..."
i have forgotten what i was to post about. didn;t matter anyway its all gibberish. now my music is skipping and i want to destroy something very badly.
sadly enough i enjoy it enough
so i say i'll never stop
but if you were to ask me
in another couple years
if we've gotten anywhere
and if life is still worth living
i might have a different answer
i might already have a hole in my head
Every now and then I am impressed with the thinking of the non-Indian. I was in Clevland last year and got to talking with a non-Indian about American history. He said that he was really sorry about what had happened to Indians, but that there was a good reason for it. The continent had to be developed and he felt that Indians had stood in the way, and thus had had to be removed. "After all," he remarked, "what did you do with the land when you had it?" I didn't understand him until later when I discovered that the Cuyhoga River running through Cleveland is inflammable. So many combustible pollutants are dumped into the river that the inhabitants have to take special precautions during the summer to avoid setting it on fire. After reviewing the argument of my non-Indian friend I decided he was probably correct. Whites had made better use of the land. How many Indians could have thought of creating an inflammable river? -Vine Deloria, Jr.
Current Mood: Murderous
Current Music: American Music, Violent Femmes