Questo e la mia entrata nuova per questi lunedi:

[Edit: This isnt exactly "surrealist", more like Prose]

The moon faces the sun and smiles wearily, for another day was over. In her bed chambers she takes off her glasses and stares into the bathroom mirror, contemplating her age-old appearance as if the sudden lighting made her look any better.

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( Surrealist Challenge #3 )

the jaws that have been open had now closed. sucking, spiralling masses of spew flow out, eating mountains. i can see it spread. and then a strange girl comes along and hums a tune to the moon, cocking her head and waves to me as if I know her.

who are you?
I am a friend of a friend of a friends, here, have some kentucky fried chicken.
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And the cycle of the moons and phases, passes by the dear lady luna. She looks as though it is sick - cybering away on her pornography, her eyes glistening over Harry Potter's buttocks. It looks like a stark raving moon and the earth rumbles in orgasmic groans. Oh the horror and the repulsion yet sick, slight trembling of attraction comes - despite ( Read more... )