Aaron Echoes August is an independent writer focused on absurd fiction, edgy philosophy, and cultural commentary. With a background in creative writing, art, and photography, he explores the stranger aspects of human behavior and its influence on the world. His narratives invite readers to question societal norms and delve into the bizarre intersections of reality and imagination, urging us to confront the absurdities of existence while searching for meaning amidst chaos. In his stories, the ordinary becomes extraordinary, revealing layers of complexity in mundane experiences.
The Apocalypse Pipe, Collected Works of Aaron Echoes August, is available now. More info HERE.
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I am nothing this noc
A rare disturbance
A human coil of turmoil
No one ever loved
They just whipped
A human cigarette butt
Burned up
Tossed away
I feel like a blank page
No words to scratch
Just crooked lines to scribble
Blood-spent quill
Scratching emptiness
Yet a rage inside
To be comatose
In a world on overdose
To be unfelt
To be unmatterable
To be but a thorn in someone’s eye
That is I
This warm noc.
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