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  • Stu, Stu, Studio.

    Stu, Stu, Studio.

    Their condo’s a museum, and no one comes to see ‘um, they really got the ’tism, the Cloud-Miller family. Da da da dum, snap, snap…

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  • Crane Technique

    Crane Technique

    I’m trying not to watch.

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  • Dueling Hooters (a poem)

    Hot-boxing Hot Wheels on a Friday night Summer sunset swallows the horizon as electric tears vow revenge Asphalt sizzles with each bullet, bleeding heat before the speeding beasts Windows hide first kisses and final goodbyes How silly you were Red & blue signal when Flee or face the phallus To peasant’s field or potter’s stone

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