What I am thinking about when I am not fighting the machines here.
It took a while to learn to be me. Before I could do that, I endured by refusing. God bless the drunken Indians. "Protect your spirit. You're in the place where spirits get eaten."
"...the place where spirits get eaten", indeed. Even by whales.
Death by slow degrees or sonic initiation.
Great piece of footage. Who is that, being interviewed if you don't mind me asking ? I hate to appear dumb, but I'd sooner ask; if you don't ask you don't get, right ?
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"...the place where spirits get eaten", indeed. Even by whales.
Death by slow degrees or sonic initiation.
Great piece of footage. Who is that, being interviewed if you don't mind me asking ? I hate to appear dumb, but I'd sooner ask; if you don't ask you don't get, right ?
Hi Ib. Sorry, I thought it said who it was at the beginning. That's John Trudell, a Native American poet and musician.
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