A Bark shredder of wolf

I am one eight my engird of known if you the people that hold as in memory. if dog for Tsw-qwa-supp my arms in hand I and grandson of dog and I will never not be, the way Chief White Bird. I longed all life to be be struck by lightning and even in time climb a tree in hopes to die.

a fool erand and minutia

my eldest brother told me this and in all time I can be the keeper of what they ask, the darkest place. you will not want this thing that knows me.

Joan of Arc by Melvins

I am kneel to my hopes what goes after I go,

A grand Sunday messenger

I can hold two and even dare triads. Mistu if you know what language we speak as hapa. A division that pulled apart when people came to this place and make us oil and water. As a man now with reflection and value. I value all that George David had me read and be patience.

what efforts I go. Admire my peers and belong in wave of sound of time we are. Know can admire the work of Holm and Reid.

we are many things many values that adhere to a a singular value.

a simple thing can happen, I can go to the farthest place I I can drive. I watch a movie, Riding in Cars with Boys with my hope.

I am no one without the people that believed in my drive

I will never where a mask but I make them and headers and I have envy. This season i know, while Loren White and George David where makers of dances that have not place. I am a future obsolete.

the water behind our property I tell to you with this post.

I was asked at the canoe landing what my name is. I share to that questioner.

in remind, I know the time I valued I sat with Tsa-qwa-supp and in 34 min feel like I am known because it is time over value.

ground is ground

First words

Striking while the iron is. A place and recognize an anomaly. I’m reminded of the slingshot skyrocketing success of Nirvana catapult to fame.

People often ask my fascination with Raccoons. It was my first lushootseed word I learnt from my grandmothers aunt. I could not tell a story with it or why she felt open to say it. I was maybe 15-16yrs old and we saw it or maybe she looked at my sketchbook. I saw them on the river growing up.

Most people regard them as a nusance. Diggers in trash. Like anything goes it can be.

Carving on the river at night long hours they came to watch me in the distance and come close maybe out of curiosity. When all is time and nothing to do and a light is distant with food it’s a simple idea.

the eyes would peer at me and one would come up to grab food now and then. I wish I knew a story of something to offer. The time I was learning language of our people I wanted to ask some speakers but it would have been a complicated thing to ask.

I said something to Loren White about it and he said, it’s just life. The story can be them looking at you and just let that be a good memory and keep. No mythology needs to be anything more than experience.

Because song goes with everything I make in post. To be bond to my painted corner. This is long thought and felt with the sentiment of words that can be no ware for worse just sentimental and instrumental.

an impression was made in exchange and it deserves it’s wait worth in value. Like the Nuu-chah-nulth say about a Cod Swallows the moon.

In the Stars

A red Moon and a Black Dog

The time that I can let go of things in times passage. Recalling a moment my mentor stood up to reclaim his bronze cast. The moment I took way out of way to be to remember the man who helped my uncle Dxwsqius. A time will find it’s place and it was a moment when I stopped from my dog knowing where my grandfathers dog was put away.

I’m a hired hand for my people within and I love that I am held as regard of worth to be afforded.

this day that dies

I give you my dare of darkness

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if you quest, Shgen, you will know an arm that knows, my trained black dog you are know where, I am my fathers son. I am the black mirror, if you brag to be an eagle, I am the arm that calls your question as a black hole, whole. I will protect Shgen and if you think you are I will be the black dog you thought you knew and and if I am absent. A ballerina will be place.

Black Dog that never dies

The hour of time that can lift know wait

my heroes are falling like trees that Subiyay told me and the hurting in my thin trees. Take it into you

the complexity of my being known hold. to touch the shrine of fox house, know where my river is with my feet. I am ironed out esteem. no mystery can keep my hold. A mask that knows its holding of a face will know a wall. I will be the hands if time allows me to be my keep.

I am the memory of Yuki Adams and all we are together with time

I am am a black dog whose money you cannot buy with all money in the world.

whatever part is me, know wolverine and Deadpool, comics are based on admiration of people.

be a human being never loose you weight of gravity.

all time and place my hands are where they belong

like integrity and water finds its weight.

no place you can Speer you body, the heal will be it’s place.

If Weight has carry

the places we are no mask no dance but beings with bonds, if I know anything bond is transient.

my grandmother said her memory of dear dance knows me by bond. I love the game so much to know the roots of my brother, Sasaki on my back 22, 51 The unuti with Suzuki. It has not matter if it has not time.

I know my father played no league, but he is my I am his field. my brother is my right hand. if I needed to fall any wear. I am kept well if I know the thorns and roses do not loose value between the river.

I carry this weight for the moon that is black, Itsari

I gamble this with bet I know I can be no wear back.

I believe in my niece to be something bigger than all that I was. The way I was believed

Tension has weight but not wait can be the time. I am Grandson of Dog in eyes from Chehalis, and no one can buy my weight in gold the know I know.

tu wad ub cha

I found myself without gravity and all I can go, the place you know me as brother the bother and fly of wall. This day knows you am distant and the collar I am with the Nippon , by protection of a place other I agreed to be my arms in hand.

policy of truth.

if you ask me to be, I've been 50 daggers stabbed over

I hold poosivity to be earn where ashes are not dust but earn by hands held in arms. the know the you that we can be unbreakable. no money bought this though and anthem, the things I could not feel see or be arms in my heart.

I feel what I know it is beyonder and the day my sister in law went to a new world.

if you question my destiny or arms and drive, what drive I keep to things I know I prey like a mantis, sharp and endure

if I I'm told to go to river, mountain,i know what clothing can not mask my heart.

Get it, Run the Jewels.

Postman

ember go out but memory serves, the day after tomorrow

the painted face I am not part of but cousin, you know my work in hands and it becomes words contained and somewhere uncontanable. like protector when time needs to, a pink cloud.

the sun makes me dry, all I want is overcast

part of my marter is an anchor in hand, the wait weary.

recalling what nippon means and nihon.

Nobe Takahashi

Ramona, Lock Shot told me your legacy and in my efforts I went to the river to pray over time to be that place, my friend Ecklund can testify this.

the rock I was told to hold when I was a boy, I am a man and the stone that carried all weight of being leader that was is something I can trust is not my place. my work is only the hands if I'm allowed to be in what I know belongs this place.

my hand is in the water and my fingers feel the trees, I know integrity.

I have not forgotten what feet have laid path for being.

I saw a flower with my son on fathers day that ignited, my integrity and it knows it’s belong and place, if you question my intentions you can ask my uncle Rodger B,

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A Calling of House of Thunderbird

The day i sang with my singers of our people a need i needed to understand. Be place for place and have knowing with the dirt floor under my feet. I looked to my people at moments to know who is around this dream. Understand at all singing and work, my grandpa Lawrence in my singing voice if he was not singer.

I took my shoes off and placed my hands over my knees. Looking to who is here. Value is in the place it is placed.

I will know this place as best I can be with it. The berry fields it once was. And know the time i walked around it playing games as a child is now a place for songs and our people.

I say this to my generation, how hard it is to learn, the bridge of what we have been called as what i would imagine a leap year.

The past dream of a house in all postings, had little to do with my grandmothers responsible nature. Carol Anne told me to know and make things if they are seen. I was influenced by the houses i saw from my alaskan and Nuu-chah-nulth then.

She talked about repatriation and hands being removed from bones, The dark history of where we were and now who we are now. The roots of the thorns i know them as all my childhood memories.

This house is about everyone but as my history goes in my words. I would not betray my reminder of teaching, I saw some dependance inside, felt in myself the parts of self, and reminded by words of the speaking.

The paint calls you to life and you don’t call this to be your life.

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this humming reminder that a dream is just a dream and I saw one impossible thing.

the work of Nippon and our alliance that once was.

I have rare songs of what is best men who worked across this place

404….

as long as the house has doors on it’s house. I will be the dog of Uncle Reuben and man Grandfather. I will paint but not be the paint.

As spirit of my father as some can say, I know myself as a ground, a maker not a voice. my words are mostly in my hands. This day I feared arrive and now.

Reuben Wright

I am the collar around my neck, a part of things, known, the gift of what was left to me, I took not for granted and know the ground of war force fed to me and what little Reuben, hold onto value of our place. The place the thunderbird house is made one is from Benjamin. I took shoes off to imagine this.

other places took name but no matter where we go, I know my sand, no imported sand. Uncle said if you make place here one day you’ll find clam shells. I knew this was shell miden. I told him as Sitwell we are this, he smiled like Punkin.

At time we complain about price if we are as we are told, it means we must be the 300 as the days of what told to us call. Thlispaš

her was no dance but all her is makes me feel emotion as river in place where I want our people to feel all can.

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as Lock shot, let go, I kneel before the wolves and all our people can see I see myself as grandson of dog.

at the times we came back from Neah Bay Reuben had a tape deck with the Doors and radio.

Reuban joked that the time Jim Morrison died, and noted how much I had the integrity. That memory is now in me with a tired tire.

but if it has nothing left it found it’s way to be the evolution of arms as a memory of men that can go to water and a song our people know things of iron keep. I am Damascus for memory with a song fan of a place I will know and guard. Because, time before celebrity I am as my father and his guard not leader but protector of of feat, that is hear with the side of river you know is it’s belong.

as my feet touch the earth bare, I know to my known, my memory no land belongs to us and may be this words in past of time of lil,Reuben. War of my fathers go, to be for us to be placed with shelter.

Hands in my arms

the things we are arms and hands, make for some maker imagine

a place without contain a tyee rattle is gone to places they know.

grandson of dog

I asked Ramona Bennett in place of my grandmother, at UPS, if she remembered the Billboard letting an Indian Fish is let fox in the chicken coop. it sounds like a long thing but it is a thing I know from my grandparents and time we are part of knowing now.

“Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.”

— Quote Source

in his cane tspa would be iron in our arms.

I’ve written a great deal about Holm. but my focus is this, that I am feel in person c

I make an 88 that only lock shot knows with being

in spirit o Takahashi and nimiru, Yamamoto, ikura, kagat, kimura and a ten ton of what would be nameless if madness allows something unspearkabele from my name know prisoned in names that I am Iron keeper and all the camps kiya and I protect in this day forever all. the land you take all my roots.

Hello, World!

the war that was not our call will and may be called upon us. Because of leadership. Before the shit goes down as lock shot said, I will be the name of my grandpa Lawrence. the iron.

Iron keep and forge

The time keeper

when my grandmother pass, I knew my how void I was and in urgency

the woman who gave me call and collar. The only one who could sense my urgency with my aunties and be tame me the arms with my wrists to keep them going. with her I would have no knows or wolves feet to speak of where a river runs like I know to be with my name.

to be called awareness of known she wakes my call, and all the tribes she called at Tulalip,

she called all the known but maybe she asked direction because she knows alliances are far reaching with Yakima and New Perze.

the songs that fill a new house, a place our people can express what I witnessed in my youth. a beautiful scream an admiration I achieved only once to echo a sentiment of my hero Chris Cornell

in Kobe with sentiment and mirror the endurance of Yamamoto.

Kiya is something that grandma never wanted to call her self and I can now know, at Dxw le lep

I can sing within my broken house to know I am with my mother and and my extension of beings

a time you told me to remember with my father. Endurance

the hapa I am, I wear with my back the best of who we are in Puyallup and tournaments

time signature

2:12

our love is….

what chaos I am, I am the the name of a name that protected your mother and it is my collars that give me feet. and design now won can by or keep but the arms within my hands.

if chaos comes as you say, I will be what you told me to be..

Find my 404

If my batman brother called me to echo voice I would be this.

the night I stayed at Suquamish to feel compelled to see auntie Bet, it would have been crazy to knock on her door at hours we don’t sleep. I hold my visit to see my aunties who know the night and in my way, I travel to hear what needs to be heard. The way I speak has influence of Ernie B when I'm told I speak like a farm boy when I speak Nippon it is what I know.

I know many things and sometimes it calls me into my hands when they can work and do best of what I’ve been called to. I can love many things and teachings of many things with my aspect.

my reflections are limited views on which I rely true being. I am nothing without them.

I have no dog in this fight but, without the time I had with patient hands to make me skilled. The iron and tools forged would be nothing.

A time at UW when Clarissa hugged me to demonstrate her heart. I recall the birthday of Holm and the jacket he was gifted by Pasco. What I admired so much in that he made a helmet of guard to guess what he was thinking on the back of it.

the box I have now opened to be the hands within my keep. It wounds me to know this day, after 7 this is a day without a fire keep that I work to make fire for and it, gives me paws of my keepers.

drawn image

the closest way I can demonstrate my world to my elders, a red tail hawk shapes the river in obedience the hand if have to make what I do is with something that drives me at best, half armor. I go to distance in time stretch m

I am many things by I am not a liar

Alive as you need me to Be

I am handed what I know…by time and value the arms within my hands make me the line that bandmates called Cornell out for when he wrote the line. An unescapable time, Applebite

“no one can save the the pure or the brave, loosely tightly everything fits, even the wrists on your arm”

— Chris Cornell

food for thought

the Dragons keeper and promise

the arms on time, the world within my distance

I am taken to place of memory of thoughts. I can make nothing without the gravity I am

I would be nothing without mentorship of hold. The boundaries I place one myself. Fly into a bigger place than I know. if I had no woman to contain my wounds and loss I would be chaos.

I wear an equal with the love I call my love. it is what it holds into distance no person can take from the sense memory. for those who read into us. there are places we go and belong you have no place to be.

I promised my mentor I would earn my keep and be the hold and in this I am.

Red paint and black

I was a place I belong to be with time and tide

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Focus open eye

memory

A cross world if you want darkness and you’ve found its winter.

Nightmare before Christmas

present to be lost not belong.

Val

the darkest place where in the recall my hero a woman reminds me of a wound I know is open.

the only way to express to our kin, Dune, to ask one to be a force. I am no place or time if you can’t find fang I can be a song or value. invaluable and belong as TenEt

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Learning by Doing

I was given an ultimatum that I let go the things I lost and embrace the value of what is in its place. No hard drive and yet hard drive within if it calls me to recall such place. I carried a journal after the studio break in in a premise that it would lock down my ideas. When my woman looked at it as designer she knew it was true but rushed as sense of urgency. She took that book away and I continued my work for two months.

I asked about it and she said she threw it in the dumpster in San Diego.

a Silent house for a week with my anger but understanding what need to happen happened.

what is truly imporant to your value, ideology and mind solidifies. In that same vein, I have a book she looks for :)

once you see you cannot unsee.

See me thru the Dark

the darkest our, I am not enemy but the vengeance you call.

a raven and wolf

what is known

letting the last of my eagle feathers and hold my hand the down that was in keep I could never hold I lot go. I become a wound as promise. Lay down my arms and plank for hours and be no person, and see who would engage me and no one came but the stars in my eyes and and that is all I wanted.

I went back to know what I belong to. a place of holding dream. unbreakable.

if I stood long enough that Balups could see me and touch my face then I felt known and invisble only to our people that know appreciate the song I know.

no tide can change my ground, it will know the cold of feat but know it’s earn and wash. become what the world makes you known.

I hold wait and earns that are burned like ashes in my mouth to tell you. Do not ask song to sing unless it means end to an end.

if I am the name I know it. I know I wear the knowledge I am kept. If men worship black water over the value of land, I am the iron of copper aged by uncle Joe to be the grandson of dog if there is a name written before it’s time, I am that. I will hold this line as long as my life is known whole. All my dreams have come to be and my heroes become thin but I am holding dreams within my arms to make new things a new.

Perhaps in the wreckage there are parts the remain and I am part of those things in what I can carry forward.