Staggering under a dark cloud of verbiage, the Cliche can barely lift his head some days. He gets by with handouts from students of writing workshops who find his plight moving, and write about it as a “moving plight.” He’d like to soar, but it’s all too much.















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I’ve found my totem animal!
Often goes by the nickname The Blurred Word Bird.
Makes a great STILL LIFE statue for the Arts dept., if you can handle the DRAMA!
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