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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Aaron Echoes August is an independent writer focused on absurdist fiction, edgy philosophy, and cultural commentary. With a background in creative writing, art, and photography, he explores the stranger aspects of human behavior and its influence on the world. His narratives invite readers to question societal norms and delve into the bizarre intersections of reality and imagination, urging us to confront the absurdities of existence while searching for meaning amidst chaos. In his stories, the ordinary becomes extraordinary, revealing layers of complexity in mundane experiences.

The Apocalypse Pipe, Collected Works of Aaron Echoes August, is available now. More info HERE.

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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

  • Lemons

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    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

  • Nuclear Boobs

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    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

  • The Pot Pie Wonder Wall

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    His apartment is high and made of glass. He looks over the pinpricks, the massive cluster of skyscrapers. All is quiet inside. All is chaos outside. Black smoke rises. Spots of flickering orange mark the fires. There are swarms of people crushing forth toward the barricades. The questionable neighborhoods are cut off from the rest Read more

  • Ashen Dump Cake

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    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

  • Ghouls

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    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

  • Dance for Armageddon

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    I have licorice guts. Seemingly endless balls of fire, balls of fortune telling. The osprey float. Warm coffee in the desert. 112 degrees out there today. I had to take an ice bath in a crystal tub. The doorbell rings, incessantly, at the most inappropriate time. Everyone wants to talk to the wonder man. The Read more

  • And the World Looks Away

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    Vibrato shattered shells Mortal coils unwound The dirty veil of the Earth Chokes on its own existence They are coming from the stars The ancestors of faith To bludgeon the black souls of the inept And the people take pills In hopes of some relief From the wrong way they live The inside-out dimension Where Read more

  • The Scattering

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    Anything that takes effort I back away from. Everything is overwhelming. Breathing is overwhelming. These persistent thoughts are overwhelming. I can’t talk. I’m like an inanimate object, a cubicle clown at an abandoned arcade from the 80s. The wind rolls through the electric canals, trash strewn on the currents, dust from the desert mountains, memories Read more