The bad little brother of the Aurorean

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[one_half last=”no” class=”” id=””]Vincent von Strauss[/one_half]

[one_half last=”yes” class=”” id=””]FALL 2016[/one_half]

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The End

It’s a sixteen gauge shitstorm
And the cats and dogs are on fire
Thudding on the laminate floors
The AstroTurf the fucking new Carrara just wonderful! I mean
Ballistic femurs ribs sacrum whatever
I’m not a doctor you know but
We could sure use a mop at least
How the hell does this happen?
I’d say “why me?” but that’s a tired line
For a tired life so at the very least let me
Sit in my easy chair and nurse a six pack
I’d like to watch the sky fall as they say
Though right now it looks more like the moon is curdling
Everything’s just all like a maraschino red I guess but hey
I think it was a good run and probably for the best and let’s
Be honest Disney World is finally getting its just deserts


Bio

[highlight color=”” rounded=”no” class=”” id=””]Vincent von Strauss[/highlight] is a student, writer, and self-described armchair mystic. A sixteen-year resident of Connecticut, he originally hails from Austin, Texas. He is the managing editor of the online publication The Drunken Llama (thedrunkenllama.com), and maintains a personal website at The Grand Tangent (thegrandtangent.com).