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	<title>Skippy2Punch</title>
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	<description>The writing, art and music of Cris Nyne</description>
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		<title>Oh, Otis</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i keep my demons at bay, sitting on the dock with Otis. let him sing to them while i attempt to stay dry, one day at a time.. the shadows of my skeletons, thick as if cast off of elephants big boned.. Oh, Otis these shadows are clay to the hands that reach from your [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2011/11/159/oh-otis/</link>
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		<title>candy candy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Blood machines/artery freeway carrying plasma screens homebound to stare at reality invisible webs from the talking heads&#8230; neon red eyes when the camera dies&#8230; Freedom-put that in the air&#8230; candy! candy! we&#8217;re panda bears, hiding in fan leaves. the flame from the funeral spins all the ghosts through the smoke. hold your nose, this whole [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2011/11/157/candy-candy/</link>
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		<title>Kevin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He crawled into my house on all fours, a native and left walking upright&#8230; a waiter -hair in a ponytail i pull all the knots from his veins i go Alex Grey, give him some beautiful braids&#8230; Kevin. looks crisp in a button down shirt at first we were spilling blood -more blood than church [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2011/03/154/kevin/</link>
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		<title>open my eyes from the x&#8217;s</title>
		<description><![CDATA[naked and wrapped in my shame i pass the burning mouth of your mother the moon pushes the shadow out of everyones ankles criss crossing smoke signals, ash clouds&#8230; i&#8217;m off the red road. the swami&#8230; ignore it. the wind spirits sweep up the ash to a thousand burnt libraries, collect in the corner where [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2010/12/150/open-my-eyes-from-the-xs/</link>
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		<title>avalanche/facelift</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the revolution begins now in your house, on your couch, in your mouth, spit it out. the evolution of man begins swimming and paddling determined yet mindlessly adamant to get through the primordial soup, survive famine and harvest the quinoa and amaranth. avalanche, avalanche, avalanche, avalanche facelift, facelift, facelift, facelift.]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2010/12/148/avalanchefacelift/</link>
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		<title>politicians&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[polticians will suck dick for applause they will start, stop, then, restart a war &#8230;whatever keeps their hand in the jar. lets cut that hand off with a sword when he withdraws that arm, he is no longer lord he takes abnormal form he takes cabs into time square for porn.]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2010/12/44/politicians/</link>
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		<title>torque</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am nothing under this vast sky&#8230; a dust mite born from a sheath of dead skin. hope it isn&#8217;t true what people say&#8230; about the world as we know it, coming to a close. people don&#8217;t go to hawai&#8217;i to join revolutions&#8230; but one hundred yard oboes under a thin sheet of sea try [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2010/12/54/torque/</link>
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		<title>star veins</title>
		<description><![CDATA[what i have come to realize is whenever you can&#8217;t explain/ can&#8217;t understand why, love crushes without even trying&#8230; just smile and recognize how lucky you are to have had your veins fill up with stars.]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2010/12/139/star-veins/</link>
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		<title>MJ and the pope</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the pope shifts his fish head, ruby eyes&#8230; god&#8217;s rottweiler stands over the pinecone and under the silver star condemning and chastising while tens of thousands of pedophiles console families in their time of grief. stars fell from the heavens below replacing the petrified eyes of the hypnotized sodom and gomorrah, alive and well salt [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2010/12/134/mj-and-the-pope/</link>
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		<title>push</title>
		<description><![CDATA[well, we can see the slope, see the slide you will ride down&#8230; what is your food, is it true, is it ok? wearing my thoughts on my sleeve pinning my face on a corpse that decays and will turn into flowers&#8230; flower seeds inside our flesh and when we die, all of these flowers [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://skippy2punch.com/2010/05/133/push/</link>
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