The Surrealist / Stream of Thought writing Thread

If ordinary is seeing behind you does that mean I'm blind? I ain't gots no eyes in the back of my head. Isn't that a genetic defect? Regardless, The chili cannot defeat me. I will conquer your shittles, and shove them down your eye socket, causing a holocaust of love that grows like the mold on my christmas tree.
 
Just what kind of Celtsian Gonarch do you fancy yourself, mister "I'm all on my hind-quarters"?
 
Just wait til you pick up the newspaper one morning, and read the headline:

DEFEAT!
EARTH SURRENDERS!







Then you'll be sorry.
 
I guess I'm not actually sure what it looks like. Is it like those fruit-flavored Tootsie rolls, or more like some awkward mix of chocolate and candy flavoring? I'm not sure what the specific relation between chocolate and other flavoring is supposed to be.
 
A lumberjack in a chocolatey swamp is all your cellmates could ever hope for, Mr. Radish Farmer's Eighth-Annual Jack-Ass-O-Lantern's Day Parade And Festival on the Thames.

(peanuts all go squeeze now)