http://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/e00f33b3-4cd0-4fc4-ab93-d4cba571dcf7?format=rss Tribe.net. Local Connections http://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/e00f33b3-4cd0-4fc4-ab93-d4cba571dcf7#d1e6579b-ada1-456b-a001-8b3a75b6bd9e She’s a cool Goth angel splattered on the floor, pictured dead in her long black dress. She’s made this statement before. Even when I’m on acid, she keeps that shade of red all around her bone white face, like roses growing out of her head. Damn! Who would be her man? Damned. Well, I guess I am. She’s faking death by aggression. That photo is a sign of the times kinda like my obsession. So don’t you say it’s a crime when I can get over and put her under me. You would pay to see the picture that I’ll be painting for free. Damn! Who would be her man? Damned! Well, maybe I am. (bridge) I’m grinning like the devil being served something hot I can smell her afterlife now that I got the money shot. You say you know karazy? Well, I’m half insane, and the other half is out to lunch when I get into my games. Damned? Let me tell you, it’s a matter of culture, look where her head was at, playing like she was murdered. Man, what is up with that? Now, she’s a cold Goth angel splattered on the floor. Another case file photograph. She won’t be screaming for more. Damn! Who would be her man? Damned! You know that I am. Wed, 21 Feb 2007 07:32:22 GMT http://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/e00f33b3-4cd0-4fc4-ab93-d4cba571dcf7#d1e6579b-ada1-456b-a001-8b3a75b6bd9e chuck 2007-02-21T07:32:22Z