Shema Hodu and Havilah.
Call my contraceptives, Unified States. On our Elián planet, that is why we outsource Thanksgiving. I am waiting tables for the combustion of our Beeswax Mausoleum.
Call my contraceptives, Unified States. On our Elián planet, that is why we outsource Thanksgiving. I am waiting tables for the combustion of our Beeswax Mausoleum.
Indian Poet, Sherman Alexie revisits Dachau because that is how Punk Poets breakdance with Wolverines, at Reed Dawn. Bene Ephraim could care less if you can relate, so long as Smoke Signals are brought to your ATTN: Quill Mills haunt U.S. as Ur children Minesweep. Our Megamalls quake with Buffalo Soldiers 'n tanks, but know Tatankas, if y'all still do not understand Hexagramophones. There were little horns and wounded knees, babysitting Shiva-style. There are Taliban-
Gurus bearing bridges.
