Author: Aaron Echoes August
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Lemons
Dawn barks in a chill Sky gray blue Air silent Broken only by a lone loud engine Coffee cooling down Time drawing near To get up and go into the world That void of unknown That drama, comedy, tragedy Voices battle Chaos buzzing Talk, talk, talk And say nothing Someone complains about lemons While the Read more
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Champagne Goblins
I had deviled the salads for far too long when the clock struck negative one. A perplexing complex of half octave nog ran amuck in the rosary room where the group had gathered to monotonously pray to a virgin. The egg sandwich shop across the street was blazing orange, and the sign outside depicted a large Read more
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Nuclear Boobs
Breck Cavalier sat in a chair across from his psychiatrist and began to tell him about the woman. “As you know, Dr. Newhart, I live near a nuclear power plant.” “Yes, Yes. We’ve established that. Go on.” “I’ve always feared that the power plant was somehow affecting my brain and thus my mental state and Read more
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The Moon Orb
I went outside the other night to capture a photo of a very big moon and subsequently discovered this bluish orb with a small, white figure inside. Trick of light? Perhaps. I like to think it’s evidence of another dimension that thrives all around us. Read more
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Ashen Dump Cake
I ate some cake last night that tasted like cigarettes I dubbed it an ashen dump cake Even though it was supposed to be lemon It reminded me of a church cavern One with green carpeting and porcelain statues of bleeding saints and such And there was that tall priest who enjoyed drinking cola and Read more
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Weird 13
Nerves like cornsilk on fire A plume of atomic orange Flames of blueberry stroke A billion heads collapse and sleep Earth is a bed Towels are folded on shelves A long, lonely highway leads to beautiful isolation And good lonely, needed lonely Apricot orchards wear mind caps Black and white bat machines keep order with Read more
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Ghouls
Picking awkwardberries from the tree of life A subway car injects the city with shaking souls Human fluids in the test tube With windows and lights and broken dreams and cataclysmic days Green and amber are the aching colors of another dark noc (night) Round heavens bloodied with tar Heroin tracks are stars Red forests Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 