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No ghost dancer gave me eyes, eh, who says You were not there, you did not see. the people fleeing bombs bursting in air, oh, say, can you see, the Hotchkiss crews, cheering as they watch forty or so shells in each series, so many, like nine of those guys, shooting two, breechloading cannons, field artillery with airburst shrapnel rounds at fleeing women and children, and some, went so stark raving mad, after that, we had fifty years of drunk indians, life was hard, nobody had sense enough to sit still and forget, let it go, as no hold on me, no papers pending retribution for the life I had, no, I smile, I'm okeh, I gotta good seed sown some time ago, fruits every year, just needs a good five decades to get through the rock Hwéeldi, meaning "the place of suffering. Hard won wise ways we out live the liars, Peace is easy, War is hell, and hell is an idea, not a very good one, it doesn't make sense, it does make dissonance, too loud, alarm or gears needing grease last year, is why prayers who pray for shows, ticket sellers wives and children, pray for shows success, attract all the attention in the world, just so should you ever befriend a dead Marine, say semper fi, and be ready to be asked, do you have any idea what that really means, {meet the spirit of Sgt. John Wikel, as imagined} after you think about ever for a while, bed bound, no strolls, no relaxation but kind and considerate wiping, so a soul so vulnerable doesn't feel like, you know, people say **** I say it, too, but, I don't think about it legit, idle words, we can cook witshitwished regretted never fretting yeast, as in us, code, identical yeast code, runs in us, okey that's new, right, I learned that, today, so I can still work a thought up from a meander. Dine' concept of Hózhó— Ai defines as a totalizing philosophy of beauty, balance, and universal order that governs every aspect of the physical and spiritual world.
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
I did reimagine Wounded Knee
No ghost dancer gave me eyes, eh, who says You were not there, you did not see. the people fleeing bombs bursting in air, oh, say, can you see, the Hotchkiss crews, cheering as they watch forty or so shells in each series, so many, like nine of those guys, shooting two, breechloading cannons, field artillery with airburst shrapnel rounds at fleeing women and children, and some, went so stark raving mad, after that, we had fifty years of drunk indians, life was hard, nobody had sense enough to sit still and forget, let it go, as no hold on me, no papers pending retribution for the life I had, no, I smile, I'm okeh, I gotta good seed sown some time ago, fruits every year, just needs a good five decades to get through the rock Hwéeldi, meaning "the place of suffering. Hard won wise ways we out live the liars, Peace is easy, War is hell, and hell is an idea, not a very good one, it doesn't make sense, it does make dissonance, too loud, alarm or gears needing grease last year, is why prayers who pray for shows, ticket sellers wives and children, pray for shows success, attract all the attention in the world, just so should you ever befriend a dead Marine, say semper fi, and be ready to be asked, do you have any idea what that really means, {meet the spirit of Sgt. John Wikel, as imagined} after you think about ever for a while, bed bound, no strolls, no relaxation but kind and considerate wiping, so a soul so vulnerable doesn't feel like, you know, people say **** I say it, too, but, I don't think about it legit, idle words, we can cook witshitwished regretted never fretting yeast, as in us, code, identical yeast code, runs in us, okey that's new, right, I learned that, today, so I can still work a thought up from a meander. Dine' concept of Hózhó— Ai defines as a totalizing philosophy of beauty, balance, and universal order that governs every aspect of the physical and spiritual world.
Life from a different perspective, hearing old songs sung other ways, having all the time in the world, and no burden due some lie I must sell or starve.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
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