Author: Alex Perez

I’m a 1st gen Cuban writer of character driven, highly visual sci-fi/fantasy scripts and stories that explore social issues, make you laugh, and twist in unexpected ways. I’ve worked in the art department of TV, feature, and indie films, mostly as a graphic designer, and outside of LA I’ve been a commercial mural painter, theater manager at a prestigious film festival, and high school digital arts teacher.

The Desire Clamp

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The Desire Clamp is the simplest solution to date in the battle against anxiety, depression, fatigue, low self-esteem, feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness, shame, insomnia, upset stomach, and that nagging inner voice.

Take one easy-to-swallow capsule with 8oz. of tap and the Desire Clamp does the rest. With patented self-guiding technology, the capsule finds and “clamps” itself permanently to the hypothalamus. Now in place, the “want” centers of the brain are in unlimited hibernation, thus, letting you forget your worries, get down to business, and get back to your busy day. Sign up is free.* 

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The Parade

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She ignored the marching bands, the applause after the floats, the clopping of horses and scouts singing songs. She promised herself one day she’d join the parade.

She’d tuned it out for a while and, missing the racket, went to the streets. They were empty. Her heart sank as she found only discarded noisemakers, leftover confetti. The parade was gone.

She couldn’t have missed it. She marched up the street defiantly, tears burning her eyes. Now, she would be the parade. Bystanders thought her ridiculous but she marched on, desperate for anyone to join in and keep the parade alive.

Cropped Out

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A close friend’s missing and I thought I’d reach out.

We all went out last night. I posted pics but unforch Tiffany’s not in any of them, so it’s dumb to post them here. I asked the girls and weird, she’s not in any of their pics either. Okay, I admit I cropped her out of mine, but they were the best ones of everybody except Tiff and I didn’t want to upset her.

Weird. I just looked through all our pics and it’s like Tiff wasn’t even there. Like she never existed. Don’t be mad, T. Where are you?