A Native Affair

 Maybe I am flirting with a new economy and community of immunity.  I live in a space of Sioux.  Minneapolis, MN, southside crew was around me from a very early age.  I rule them not sage today.  I disembue all of you.  It is time for Natives to rise.  I wish them not to have a huge size.  Intellect is correct, peyote is not.  Gambling is an addiction for whites who think they are hot.  Let's use that and make them fat.  Make native lands United States National Parks, today.  We will pay top dollar to each tribal MEMBER for these parts of the U.S. of A.  We will then make all gambling legal, all over the world.  Maybe this is just the wish of a little girl.  I wish to be free of the hypocrisy.  I never win, so let them sin if they wish.  Natives collect the dish and be rich.  Others be imbued and do not be rude.  All gambling will them become Native within a year.  You will all live in fear.  You all have no idea how powerful Native chief, council, and police are.  They only need a car and are not bizarre.  Money can be ruled by them too.  All of you need to mind your p's and q's.  Tomorrow I will wear a powerful native necklace hand made for me by Navajo that I bought for only $20 in Tombstone, AZ, actually.  I just had to be the brazen one, who, without a gun said, "I want THAT one."  It was the one in the case on a manikin without a face.  The gunfight outside was real and the gallows sat ready with noose swinging that day.  Maybe Natives were always ready for whites to pay.  I am E.T., thus they know me as an entity, and not an ethnicity.  As I write this, my special gift, my cat Pharaoh, found my special green stress ball with a black smiley face, and rolled it down the hall.  He does things like that to imbue, and frankly, Natives do too.  Love, hopegod3