A profusion of many-shaped shelters made of cloth, skins, metal and wood, all smoking and engrimed, surrounded the long hut of the warriors[.]

“He doesn’t represent the views of the government,” Littleproud said. “I couldn’t give a rats what he said, it’s irrelevant, let’s just focus on those people that are out there that need our help.”

Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end.

I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck / But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing