Stephen Lewis is currently 20 and in his junior year as a math major at CU Boulder. He obsesses over patterns, especially laws that govern the universe and the way people clash and love, build and destroy.
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Lulu stands with one knee bent leaning against her car. Lulu has wings tatooed on her back and a black and red and blue cross in the middle. Lulu found God while frolicking thru drive-thrus and cartons of Newports until she fell asleep in her car on smiley faced bags and boxes with used napkins shoved inside and old, still wet, panties. Lulu has a man. He stands next to Lulu and strokes the cheese, beef, fry oil, frozen fishstick on her waist. He calls it babyfat, or lovehandle, or anything to justify the cock pulsating on his zipper. Lulu spent the winter he wouldn't talk to her in her room drinking berry soda, eating pizza and laying in bed with her eyes shut. Lulu is happiest when they are two bears in a bear circus riding bear unicycles on bear tranquilizers performing bear fellatio and bear cunnilingus on each other. Lulu sleeps now, alone. Lulu grips her stomach between her elbows and kneesand she's cold, and she gets colder still. She waits for a bear janitor to sweep her up.