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  <title>skin art statement - ! ! ~` Creative Song\Poetry Writers &amp; Vi - tribe.net</title>
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    <title>skin art statement</title>
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    <author>
      <name>chuck</name>
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    <id>http://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/50626de2-e353-4ff8-abaf-eba43cf82182#1523de8f-3057-447b-866d-a25e2ec8bde7</id>
    <updated>2007-02-15T03:48:31Z</updated>
    <published>2007-02-15T03:48:31Z</published>
    <summary type="html">I don't need a skin art statement, to let you know baby, where I been.&#xD;
There's a yin and yang scar on my left middle finger about the size of a baby aspirin.&#xD;
I focus on it when things are quiet, and I can chew a tequila worm,&#xD;
and I try to figure out where on earth I could've got that weird ass burn.&#xD;
Maybe it don't mean a god damn thing&#xD;
Maybe it's the mark of Cain&#xD;
Maybe I'm a prophet of the end of things,&#xD;
or maybe I'm just  insane.&#xD;
Maybe I was probed by aliens one night on a darkened road&#xD;
and they marked me with this stupid brand, and one day I'll just explode.&#xD;
Could have happened when I was hallucinating on that exotic fuckin' dope&#xD;
that we wrapped in a page of Revelations while making gin toasts to the pope.&#xD;
Maybe some damn orderly had some fun at that awful place&#xD;
where you thought I'd stay locked away.  Man you shoulda seen your face&#xD;
when one year later I returned to claim what was left of my stash.&#xD;
How they stuttered like a grinder's monkey, and paid me off in cash.</summary>
    <dc:creator>chuck</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2007-02-15T03:48:31Z</dc:date>
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