Love. Light. Tribal. Perspective.
When I die show no pity, Bury my heart in Blood $ity. Bury my body five feet deep, Place shotguns beneath my feet. Lay two canes across my chest, Tell my boys I did my best… Lit, 359 ———— If
It’s all bad (E-40, 1995).
Welcome to the Virtual-Rez. I’m Brian Melendez, your Host, and Resident Indian. And this is Episode 1: Ground Zero. #coffeewithanindian #cwaiblack #thelessonlearned
The roof is on fire: In my opinion, organized religions function like Walkman’s in an iCloud era. As ridiculous as it may sound – it is quite possible – religious bureaucracies may not ever desire reform for their classic methods. We