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21- spirit
The thing is, humans of my time talked about heart versus head to represent feeling
Die da dah/Rie ra rah
So I said, how do you shapeshift into a demon? Those and dragons aren’t in any of the books or
lie la lah/Mie ma mah
don’t you ever worry about right and wrong? Don’t you have a tug of war inside yourself between being good to people and taking what you know you can? Between respecting the
19- Doctor don’t care (about) [how to get rid of guilt]
Is my appearance why the patients gawk, Dr. Mizto asked, motioning to their torso. Yeah, probably, I said, but it’s not your middle that’s the issue
Borderline Bapple Bong
So there was a turf war. And it’d been six weeks, not just a couple—yes, the skyscrapers stood for that long. And no one called anything “rioting” anymore. And the questionnaire was about
Box Boy, Boil Boy
I left the realm of snow and ice the second time, returned to the forest around Brisbane and followed Dr. Mizto by the odor of brimstone
Oof (the book struggles)
This fancy book is available October 2nd (next Wednesday…that’s less than a week away, eeka yikes it’s happening). At least, it’s available in ebook. I was also hoping to have a print version available
Boulders and Bars
Never trust an old man who wants to buy you a drink; that’s what your Dada always said when we went out for the night and you were like–yeah Dad
Bruises and Balms
Never trust a gift from a demon, even an old teacher, cuz they’ll do silly things like that, not realizing your head can’t hold up a demon’s weight crawling into space.
Jordyn Saelor 