Author: Aaron Echoes August
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A Restless Vessel
He was feeling restless in his overheated testicles on that day when everything changed. The man named Steeple resembled a yellow wooden pencil as he shimmied down the sidewalk and away from the store on Story Street that sold mostly women’s lingerie and unmentionable undergarments. One of the clerks in the store had caught him Read more
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Passages
Harpooned harlequins cascade like dominoes in the limelight trick of light down on the piccadilly row of southern Santa Monaco and the bow rips and the cow tips and the fringes of a mad mind unfold like warped bric-a-brac on a magic store shelf in Sicily comatose gold rope lassoed by Cowboy Bill and his Read more
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The Cowmen (Three)
Inside the Camaro Saloon, Arno got caught up in an uneasy game of poker with a scroungy bunch of other cowmen. He sat at the round table topped with worn, green felt and a pile of chips in the center of it. His back was to the window, the scurrying of the mud street behind Read more
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The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (3)
Magda Balls looked at her two new guests, her back was up against the stove in the kitchen, a cigarette smoke stream trailing from her shapely hand. Rosalina and the Huffing Man were sitting at the table in her lakeside bungalow eating tomato soup and oyster crackers. The man had an iced tea to drink, Read more
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Botchwork
You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility? Oh, I see, you reach for it there, you look for it in your…earbuds? Why do you stop and yawn and pause and breathe and think and question? The world says go, mind skids, the Read more
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The Dreamers of Fortune Street
Is it me causing all the ruckuses? Is it me blowing down all the brick walls? I went to the Centrifugal Theatre downtown because I wanted to watch a movie that made me spin. Halfway through the picture, an old black and white, the usher came up to me in his red uniform and monkey Read more
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Brain Fumes
I built a chair today in my workshop I made it out of milk skin and aggression God was my co-pilot but then the plane crashed I wrestled with tangled earbuds I woke up at 2 a.m. and ate English muffins with butter and honey It’s hot outside but I’m cold I like to play Read more
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The Liquid Lust of an Ordinary Day (2)
Sirens started to wail. Lights began to flash. Deep echoing booms rolled like waves throughout the facility as the inmates pounded like animals… Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 