Aaron Echoes August
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I Long to Live the Log Cabin Syrup Life
With the state of the world such as it is, I look to Log Cabin syrup to bring some sense of peace. I guess I always have. I would consider it one of my favorite food packaging labels of all time. “What a lunatic,” someone might say. “Who could possibly find comfort in a bottle… Continue reading
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Bucky the Horse and the Gods of Radiation (End)
The group emerged from the forest and onto the side of a broken and buckled road littered with debris. There were cars and trucks abandoned and now resting askew with skeletons at the wheel and other bags of bones trying to crawl out backseat windows. On the opposite side of the road was an immense… Continue reading
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Orange Plush Peru
It’s such a bigger world than we realizewe tend to ignore the full scopeof all that is alive…while we’re busy shoppingsomeone else is starving,while we are walking down the aislesomeone else is in need of love,and when we are cryingsurely, someone else is crying harder. Andwhile we drive our carssomeone is walking barefoot,while we watch… Continue reading
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The Amoopikans (Last part)
Sally and Mary Jane were huddled around a candle in the kitchen, whispering. “I think you should call a doctor,” Sally said. “There’s obviously something very wrong with him.” “Look, he’s got this mental thing, it’s not a big deal,” Mary Jane said, trying to deflate the issue of Jack’s state of mind. “Not a… Continue reading
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Fiona Blood Orange (End)
“Well, I’m sorry. There’s good naked and bad naked. Sex naked is good. Breakfast naked is bad. That’s just how it is.” Continue reading
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Fiona Blood Orange (1)
I saw some Wild West cowgirl chick smoking crushed Opana off a piece of foil through a swirly, glass sarsaparilla straw as I turned the dusty corner from the Main Street drag to the side road leading out of the town of Rock Ridge and into the wilds beyond. I nearly tripped over her, and… Continue reading
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The Amoopikans (First part)
Mary Jane’s fine porcelain skin had a pinkish hue as she twaddled about her sun-drenched apartment watering her plants and trying to remember where she put her television set. Then she saw the busted window. Then she saw the broken shards of glass on her cranberry and gold colored carpet and remembered. She remembered how… Continue reading
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Bucky the Horse and the Gods of Radiation (6)
It was when Linnifrid turned to gather her things that the shrunken and deformed people came out of the darkness and formed a ring around her in the firelight. They pressed the tips of their walking sticks firmly into the ground and gazed at her with psychotic purpose. Continue reading
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Bucky the Horse and the Gods of Radiation (5)
Linnifrid was hungry, but she had nothing to eat. Her stomach grumbled. “I would give anything for a steaming pot pie right now,” she moaned aloud to the flames and the darkness. “I can just imagine the flaky crust, the creamy gravy, the crisp garden-fresh vegetables.” Continue reading
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Bucky the Horse and the Gods of Radiation (4)
There was some blood, and she wet a finger and ran it across one of the scrapes and then stuck it in her mouth. “Everyone likes the taste of their own blood,” she softly said to herself. Continue reading
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