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“In a land where three suns almost never set, a fledgling killer joins a school of assassins, seeking vengeance against the powers who destroyed her family.
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“In a land where three suns almost never set, a fledgling killer joins a school of assassins, seeking vengeance against the powers who destroyed her family.
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Julie started off with a lofty goal: to live to be 150 years old. She made it her life’s work to maintain her mobility and keep her independence as she aged. That was where physical therapy came in. She believed relying on the body’s power to heal and ability to build resilience would make even 150 years old attainable.
Originally published in Astro Caster magazine
Being in the Motion Picture and Television Industry, it’s essential to address problems with your body as they appear. Leaving the aches and pains for another day can be detrimental to the health of any entertainment mogul. After all, PAIN HAS A PURPOSE and it is NOT in your best interest to dull it with medication and iron hard willpower.
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Do you remember that saying your parents always touted when you were a child? Don’t judge a book by its cover? Yeah, I remember that one. While this is good advice to follow for meeting new people, I would not say the same when it comes to actual book covers.
Continue reading– Mug at a coffee shop
Oxidize my lips for your finest green
tea or use acid in my stomach
to boil and steep. Grind my fingers
down with mortar and pestle or dub
me chamei to keep things interesting.
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I can never have slurpees from 7-
Eleven without seeing Em’s pockmarked
face hidden inside crystals. Or bruises
on bananas that made lame excuses.
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I killed a crow last Tuesday & you told me it reminded you of Joey- my older Continue reading
Her gilded gown was made of polyester
acrylic
frayed stitches
and half-baked fantasy.
The story was this:
when Rae was seven, she learned
that sleeping in the attic
veiled her Continue reading
The faded conveyor belt slowly chugged along as the employee behind the register rang up items in the local mom n’ pop shop. Alice was fascinated by his monotone voice and pock marked skin. A stoner? She wondered what he ate when he got the munchies from the devil’s lettuce. She would’ve made homemade sweet potato gnocchi. Or perhaps fresh mushroom risotto with plenty of herbs and garlic and parmigiano straight from the cow. She salivated at the thought but also felt the telltale pit in her stomach that had been plaguing her for months now.
The regulator circulates oxygen like Darth Vader. I am the caveman forehead of garibaldi. Cilium itches from plastic tang. Fermenting surf churns above but Continue reading