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A man with glasses and a beard is sitting in a chair, slightly tilting his head, with a patterned wall in the background. — ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Aaron Echoes August is an independent writer focused on absurd 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.

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Category: The Nerves

The Bangs of Midnight

17 Jun 2023

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Free-Range Verse, Insomnia, Streaming, The Nerves, Writing

“Turquoise turtles tell me where you are. I don’t want to walk around in this world without you, my love. I will fight to find you on the other side. I don’t fit in this world without you. My space with you is everything.” Read more
Interstellar Chin Salsa

13 Jun 2023

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Astrophysics, Confessions, Death and Life, Flash, Insomnia, Psychological, The Nerves

These nerves are voiceferous and restless, like a baby with Batman, a highball hangman, make them speak, red walls with dust, a sleeping woman, a YouTube chime in the head, celestial salad raining down from space. This world all nonsense, like the gravity of a rainbow, the yoga of a leprechaun, the salsa of Chen Read more
The Last Drop

10 Jun 2023

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Death and Life, Fiction, Love Stories, Make-Believe, Short Fiction, Tall Tales, The Nerves, Writing

John Horatio Smith was an odd man. He sold top hats in the men’s boutique down the street. The street that streamed near Jack Kerouac’s grave. He sold top hats to idiots, to henchman, to rich and bolshy bastards eating wet cigars for an afternoon snack. John loved his work. No, he really hated it. Read more
Baguette Ragdolls

30 May 2023

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Commentary, Experimental, Hypnotic Ramblings, Society, Spillage, The Nerves, Insomnia

Broken wanderers. Space mice. Toe signals. Crap melons. Divided thesaurus. Purple dinosaurs. Egg cabbage. Lettuce wraps. Feet sores. Mice house. Calm attack. Divine moons… Nine moons. There was: The Conch moon. The Devil moon. The Gun Barrel moon. The Black Button moon. The Radial Eye moon. The Turkish Comet moon. The Phone Dial moon. The Read more
The Sour Scarecrow

26 May 2023

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Death and Life, Space, Spillage, Streaming, The Nerves, Weirdness, Writing

A dark day rises gallantly toward the sun. Love is tattooed on the skin of beckoning stars. Red huts line the perimeter of the crater. Down in the belly is where they grow worship plants. The royalty ships float above, the strong hulls crush the air, the flamboyant sails unfurl ahead of the breeze of Read more
Passages

24 May 2023

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Imagined and Real, Flash, Spillage, The Nerves, Writing

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
This Ludicrous Life

11 May 2023

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Fiction, Oddball, Streaming, The Nerves, Weirdness

The electric teeth motorcar humming on a vibe vine in West Hollywoodland and the nails of Dracula scratch at the sides of a red streetcar while people are trying to read. Read more
The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 6

5 Feb 2023

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Classic, Culture, Favorites, Fiction, Serial Fiction, The Nerves

“You’re much too emotional. You take things way too personal. You have to loosen up and just be comfortable in your own skin. If I don’t see that in you… You’ll never be in me.” Read more
Red Rubber Concerto

20 Jan 2023

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Free-Range Verse, Poetry, Sea of Sadness, Spillage, The Nerves, Writing

Beauty is in basketslying all over the worlda tumbler of goodwilla shot glass of decencylined along the barof distant scars the marathon jubileepounds the ribbon strips grayacross bridgesand country laneslaced with the structure of Big BrotherNostradamus and Orwellian patriotsrolling pool balls across the lawnwhilst Beethoven wails to the skylife is buta red rubber concertokick your Read more