The buffalo spirit pumps through my veins; hard and sensual. My pelt is mocha brown and radiates of erotic pheromones which bring the white man to his knees. Horns erect as the sexual organs of desert ocotillo. Hooves blast the open plains perfectly in sync with Zeus throwing lightning bolts. My rumen full of organic bison grass, completing the circle of life as I excrement steamy nutrient dense manure where ever I please.
I am not Apache! I am an assimilated Lakota Sioux.
Hallucinatory tea and out of body experience provided by Mark White Eagle, Shoshone Shaman at the Fort Davis Rock Shop.
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