Author: Aaron Echoes August
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Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations… Read more.
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Winter’s weight and dust galoreEyes heavy in the pain of dawncheekbones achewhiskey madness takes its tollon an ever-building mint bridge… Read more.
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An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me,… Read more.
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He got out of the truck and went closer to the water. It looked like a mirror with the way… Read more.
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When you want to be someonebut no one knows who you really arewhen you’re living in the wormthat lives in… Read more.
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The party was to be held at the home of the mysterious Veronica Eyes. She had eyes that didn’t look… Read more.
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The trees were immense and varied, the works of genius minds and artists, somehow altered by chemical gravity to bloom… Read more.
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There is this guy seewho lives upstairs from mehe’s the weird upstairs walking guywalks and walksbut he never says hi… Read more.
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“Seems like it was just yesterday I was sitting on your couch in your super hip Nob Hill pad looking… Read more.
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“You’re the immigrant,” he snarled in a wild, earthy way. “And I’ll gladly knock you back to Europa.” Read more.
