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It's better to be Nobody, then He Who Talks But Says Nothing My name is William Blake...have you heard my poetry?
Often the stench of White Man preceeds him...
William Blake. You were a poet, and a painter. And now, you are a killer of white men!
I make flowers made out of paper, smell. What does it smell like? 2)...paper.
10929 I was taken to Toronto.
Look out the window. And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat?
Who the hell are you? And where did you get that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland?
Here's white man's metal next to your heart. I tried to cut it out, but it's too deep inside. A knife would cut your heart instead...and release the spirit from within. Stupid fucking white man. Do you have any tobacco?
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.
Arsey My blood is mixed. My mother was Ohm gahpi phi gun ni. My father is Abso luka. This mixture was not respected.
Nobody?
Um, shouldn't you be
with your own tribe or somethin'?
My blood is mixed.
My mother was
Ohm gahpi phi gun ni.
My father is
Abso luka.
This mixture
was not respected.
As a small boy,
I was often left
to myself.
So I spent many months
stalking the elk people...
to prove I would soon
become a good hunter.
One day, finally,
my elk relatives took pity on me,
and a young elk
gave his life to me.
With only my knife,
I took his life.
As I was preparing to cut the meat,
white men came upon me.
They were English soldiers.
I cut one with my knife, but they
hit me on the head with a rifle.
All went black.
My spirit seemed
to leave me.
- I was then taken east...
in a cage.
I was taken to Toronto,
then philadelphia...
and then to New York.
And each time I arrived
in another city,
somehow the white men
had moved...
all their people there
ahead of me.
Each new city contained
the same white people as the last,
and I could not understand
how a whole city of people...
could be moved
so quickly.
Eventually, I was
taken on a ship...
across the great sea...
over to England,
It's better to be Nobody, then He Who Talks But Says Nothing My name is William Blake...have you heard my poetry?
Often the stench of White Man preceeds him...
William Blake. You were a poet, and a painter. And now, you are a killer of white men!
I make flowers made out of paper, smell. What does it smell like? 2)...paper.
10929 I was taken to Toronto.
Look out the window. And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat?
Who the hell are you? And where did you get that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland?
Here's white man's metal next to your heart. I tried to cut it out, but it's too deep inside. A knife would cut your heart instead...and release the spirit from within. Stupid fucking white man. Do you have any tobacco?
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.
Arsey My blood is mixed. My mother was Ohm gahpi phi gun ni. My father is Abso luka. This mixture was not respected.
Nobody?
Um, shouldn't you be
with your own tribe or somethin'?
My blood is mixed.
My mother was
Ohm gahpi phi gun ni.
My father is
Abso luka.
This mixture
was not respected.
As a small boy,
I was often left
to myself.
So I spent many months
stalking the elk people...
to prove I would soon
become a good hunter.
One day, finally,
my elk relatives took pity on me,
and a young elk
gave his life to me.
With only my knife,
I took his life.
As I was preparing to cut the meat,
white men came upon me.
They were English soldiers.
I cut one with my knife, but they
hit me on the head with a rifle.
All went black.
My spirit seemed
to leave me.
- I was then taken east...
in a cage.
I was taken to Toronto,
then philadelphia...
and then to New York.
And each time I arrived
in another city,
somehow the white men
had moved...
all their people there
ahead of me.
Each new city contained
the same white people as the last,
and I could not understand
how a whole city of people...
could be moved
so quickly.
Eventually, I was
taken on a ship...
across the great sea...
over to England,
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