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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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Category: Weirdness

  • The Crazed Pilgrim

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    Sun on crinkled golden leaves The grass is lemon-yellow The sky is pure blue I can’t believe it is November October hid and dashed away Thanksgiving will soon make its way to the table And the pilgrims will carve up turkeys with axes And one of them might get a little crazy Someone spiked his Read more

  • Daikon Peepshow

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    A long, stiff radish sits in the bin White in color Mild flavor No one knows what it is Passersby wonder A woman wants it in her mouth A psycho wonders if it can be sharpened into a weapon To help him escape the prison that is his life He strolls into the restroom of 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

  • Red Toast

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    Red toast and tequila in a dust storm on the far reaches of some blown out city in the desolate west. Liplock, Tejas. The land of dirt and death. Treeless scrapes and scars. Pitchforks, boredom. Hot houses and hay fires. HP butterheads play Roman soldiers. The sun is relentless. The decay is precious and accepted. 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

  • The Abandoned Mannequin

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    Our lives all tangled in a fishing net of anxiety. And then she’s lovely to hold. Warm wife. Oblong life. Woke up like lonely Hulk today, thumbing for a ride on the avenue of broken dreams, smashing through a brick wall in an abandoned town on the edge of the desert. Scattered bricks like broken Read more

  • Broken

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    Broken window puffs off the path. The dander of anger shaken from the tree limbs of devastating life. What being am I? Where do I exist? The red clam-colored house in the woods. Ancient two-story architecture. Humble seeds scattered upon the portico. Hazy windows with shadows inside. A bandolier of broken trees, broken dreams, broken Read more

  • Pink Floors

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    I want to go to dreamland and stay there. To live among the colored angels and broken glass voodoo kings. To be anything but this comatose soul. To be anything but a sleepy creepy doll in a kaleidoscopic straitjacket of the mind. Now autumn longing. The orange sun ablaze on the ground and in the Read more

  • Opium Milk

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    I stepped into the room and spun the globe A world of magnified madness started to fly Countries stuck to the walls Oceans fell to the floor Mysterious islands went out the door I was glued to the window A spring memory in orange sun I could hear the menagerie of birds through the glass Read more