Author: Aaron Echoes August
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The Kiss Thief of Alien Kief
A spiritual anthropologist sat in a diner in the city on a rainy Thursday morning. He looked out the large picture window where he sat and studied the gray sky and thought about human sin. He brought a coffee cup to his mouth and sipped it. Then there was a loud crash that startled him. Read more
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Cold Horse
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Dispatch from Idaho: There’s a horse who stands in a field out in the country by where I live. A place surrounded by fields of comatose sugar beets and hard earth; a permafrost, an Icelandic bandage holding back the blood, keeping check on the broken hearted, keeping them cold and unsafe when the locks break Read more
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Ass Apples
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I didn’t see her standing there as I was pushing the apple cart. Then I heard her make a terrible noise. Something akin to a woman falling down the escalator at a mall in Nashville. It wasn’t really a scream; it was more like an exaggerated moan. Agghhhoooh, umph. “Stop!” someone yelled. “You hit her!” Read more
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Serenity Salad
I ate a pre-made salad in the breakroom yesterday It was quiet at first But then the numbnuts started rolling in Youthful oblivion The complaining old People about to burst People who just can’t shut up About Dungeons and Dragons Artificial girlfriends Horror movies Misinformed politics The bosses The company… Most of the time I Read more
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Good Morning, Guacamole
I hate cabbage but I like sauerkraut I hate tomatoes but I like pasta sauce I hate onions but I don’t mind crispy onion strings on my Western Burger from a local burger joint with a name I suddenly cannot recall I hate chunky guacamole, but yeah, I just hate guacamole Even guacamole from Guadalajara Read more
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Victrola Stitches
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A white farmhouse in a Texas field A green screen door opens The spring makes that sound of stretching Then it slams, that sound of slamming A lifeless two-lane highway runs by it The windows upstairs look down upon it There, a thick tree with a worn tire swing Miles of flat all around No Read more
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Breakfast in Bergen
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And I awake with an itching in my soul Barbells of thought weighing me down And then I get overwhelmed And the panic sets in Dry mouth, racing heart Worry climbs a mountain I just want to live free of all the shit What is this world and where exactly is it? I know it Read more
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Glass of Atlas
Those bad mojo memories Coming back to foil and kick A decent day turned down low Shadow records play in the dusk-lined room One lonely bed, one lonely chair, one lonely window Views of the widows on the walk Black dresses and veils Black roses, black nails Thinking about the dark side of the moon Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 