The news: Christian Parrish Takes the Gun. Remember his name.
The Apsáalooke American Indian hails from the Crow Nation Reservation near Billings, Mont., and on March 21, the MTV Iggy blog named him Artist of the Week from among hundreds of competitors.
What makes him special? Well, he raps under the name “SupaMan,” he sings, he makes crazy drum loops, he’s a champion powwow fancy dancer and sometimes, if you’re lucky, he does all four at the same time.
So here is the recipe I use for pasties for anyone who’d like it.
12oz / 340g of plain flour
8oz/ 226g of margarine
150ml soda water (may not use all of it)
pinch of salt
Sift the flour and add the margarine (cut into small chunks), blend…
I have dreed my dree, I have wooed my wyrd,
and now I shall grow a five-foot beard
and braid it into tiny braids
and wander where the webfoot wades
among the water’s shining blades.
I will fear nothing I have feared.
I’m the queen of spades, the jack of trades,
braiding my knives into my beard.
Why should I know what I have known?
Once was enough to make it my own.
The things I got I will forget.
I’ll knot my beard into a net
and cast the net and catch a fish
who will ungrant my every wish
and leave me nothing but a stone
on the riverbed alone,
leave me nothing but a rock
where the feet of herons walk.
HOW TO GET THE BOY YOU LIKE:
- Arrange a walk in the park with him and a bunch of your friends when you know it’s going to rain soon
- When it starts raining, split from the others with him and find a cave
- Let the thunder boom and nymphs howl
- Gods are witnesses enough
- Bam you’re married