Over the last few days there have been smoke signals high
above the river about my identity and other people for the
most part trying to paint me as someone else who is not
exactly me. While Chief Whistler and I sit around the fire
at night with Old Louie White Hair and talk of wisdom as
Vinnie ChopSteaks brews something for the tribe to eat.
I am a Warrior, not someone to fear. I am to most, a
friend, a guide and to some an Idol. I may stand behind
you on the approach or slap out a 5-7 on the pair next to
you or you may even hear my voice echo from one end of the
house to the other. I am not hiding, I am right there with
you in the hunt and battle. I am one of Armstrong and one
who runs with the Wolfes. I am one from the Fall, The Legend,
the Bad *ss of them all. I may be one of James son who is
innovative with bowling. It is not the brand of ball that I
use but I do believe in Tweety. You all have heard of the
Diet by Atkins to lighten you for Scuba diving. I read
smoke signals but I also know Morse code. I like movies
of old comic heroes from Marvel. This may be Moore or Less
the same as usual, but it is all exactly similar. Chief
Whistler reminded me of a Sheriff who used to roam these parts,
he was a rider of the Storm. He didn't ask questions, he just
wanted answers. This is not unusual but it is usually different
from the original when it started.
Peace out and Long live Tonto
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2009 Goggle wear by Whip da Whack
Edited on 2/19/2009 9:53 AM