by Gwagwagwe
Escaping the bitter cold of Oklahoma with some new supplies (a tent, stove, lantern, machete, wood carving tools) plus tons of information on rock working and wood carving we feel like we did well. We have enough funds to last the rest of winter in the swamps of Louisiana. The weather is fine, the company is wonderfully diverse (hundreds of new bird spirits, alligators, and the best of all armadillo by the dozens). Bison yellow ball is getting high each day off the gleaned sugar cane, and this fine state has provided us with food stamps aplenty. We just used a fake lease to get a library card, and our supporters in Oklahoma gave us lots of herb to quiet our rational minds. So what are we going to do? We're going to eat when we want, sleep when we want, read what we want when we want, and smoke until our heads and spirits can reach deep into the swamps to find that truth, the truth of living free of wage slavery, free of civilized prison, free to B -the bison band of the tribe of the crow, a small part of the new tribal revolution. Come join us for a night, a weekend, a month, or even better, a lifetime. Until next time this is Gwagwagwe, farewell.