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All God's children got the blues.
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Female
31 years old
California
United States
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12/11/2008 18:02:35 |
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Funk, Blues, Mo-Town, Jazz, Traditional Native stuff...My mood dictates what I listen to, so a little bit of everything.
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The Fast Runner, Smoke Signals, Amelie, Goodfellas, Godfather II, Sin City, The English Patient, Superbad, Animal House, City of God, All Kevin Smith, Coehn Bro.s, and Scorcese movies...
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Candide, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, The Prophet, The Dictionary, Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See? lol
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Born and raised on an Indian Reservation, I am from a broken people, broken culture and broken hearts. It was never more evident than in my father's generation, where the culture had been destroyed by the confines of the Rez. The men, no longer able to provide for their families, began drinking...and drowned. My father was my best friend, understanding everything of my soul, but felt a hunger he could not feed, it was bigger than himself. I was taken from him at a young age and asked "Why can't Daddy quit drinking if he loves us?" Grandma would say, "Because you can't love anyone more than you love yourself, Papow."
Years passed...
When I was old enough, I came back to my father. There was only one way to spend time, we'd lose ourselves to the influence of whatever we could get our hands on. I thought it was love and understanding, I felt as if I had my best friend back, all the pain of losing him vanished. True "drug camaraderie". He taught me how to use, and now I've wasted years feeding a hunger that is never satisfied.
My beautiful Indian son was born in June of '06. Four months ago, he was diagnosed with autism. The pain & grieving never stop. I cry because it is so much like losing your child. He is a neurological cripple, struck down by modern medicine and environmental pollutants.
Now, I must quit all of this, because he needs me, and I love him so much more than the party.
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Water. Lavender. Sage. Abalone. Corn tortillas. Cuddling. Intellect. Worldliness. Philosophy... Not necessarily in that order.
I am an artist, so love all things creative. I sew, basketweave, bead, paint, draw, write. My favorite is documentary photography and filmmaking.
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Intolerance to special needs children and adults. Cruelty. Vaccinations. Racism. Hangovers. Wet socks.
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