The Surrealist / Stream of Thought writing Thread

[V.V.V.V.V.]

Using a random generator spliced with translating and "dialectizing" generator:

Misteh freeway noose Dud de more whorish lobstehs gehman, de more dey crazy fehminid solid clappehs 'n halo-sweebuhts! Huh huh! Dehef'e inbolbemin's c'post sagged! Huh huh! Misteh freeway noose iprobises! Huh huh! Seasons inside ironclad keens kibehs great. Kills isn't widout senator's legislatibe congressmen. One more cheetah won't be soulless! Huh huh! Nebeh broke! Doihh, COOL! Recall dat de less the, ERRRR, sleud's ten fats whatebeh, de less dey hoodwink de acid boilehplate. De sabior's six paradoxes ipress your more programs. Dey clash! Doihh, COOL! Dey won't plan fungi. Lee me lone! Tackical sunglasses won't be widout four supehnatural! Doihh, COOL! Dey shatteh. De less dey figgeh, de more dey climb! Doihh, COOL! De less astrolabe drenches pansy, de more misteh freeway noose chants. Dey didn't retrain eite desehts. Nebeh examine dem. Dey didn't upliff dehmometeh's glowebuhrigg korea! Doihh, COOL! De sehbile runaway obbuhjeckibe. Molesteh isn't sebenty. Lee me lone! Remembeh dat dey didn't pupate.

edit: reading this out loud or in your head is fucking awesome

edit2:

 

[wandering_taco]

hooter on my belly, purring away like a motor train table machine. my belly, my belly dripping towards the floor like a fat blob of bag, but not really it is more firm, like an ironing table. i wish i had a bicycle

 

[Orion Crystal Ice]

ok, ok, I'll contribute too..

another part from the same unifying thing 'The Crossroads' is part of (see page 13)....perhaps not as stream of consciousness as some on here, but usually when I put something together it takes me a very very short time and just kind of flows out of nowhere and then it's done..and when I wrote the 5-6 songs that make up the whole thing I was in a really strange place and couldn't really stop writing in general..so..



'Dust'


I'm so tired.
Is there an outside?
Is this all that we are?

I'm so tired.
There is no outside.
What are we waiting for?

There is a disease
There is a disease
There is a disease
And it aches

To rid the disease
To rid the disease
To rid the disease
That I hate..

All inside of me is empty
All outside of me is vanity

Die, planet.....die
I can only pray for you
Die, cosmos....die
I can only wait for you

As words burn my skin
And resent is creeping in
Don't retreat to fleeting gesture
Feeling that you must
Feel the current ever-moving
We'll return..to dust

And as the axis spins
And sucks the living in
We don't know
We don't care
What's watching us

The mist is here, and the mist is there
And the mist is killing us

Die, planet.....die
I can only pray for you
Die, cosmos....die
I can only wait for you

Pining for the ages past of useless memory
Every eye is burning out because it hurts to see
There is nothing left to do, and nothing left to feel
There is no way I can help, because nothing now seems real
Through years and years of burning books, we have reached our goal
I'll document this epitaph as flesh now takes control
It's growing cold and we're alone in unions made of pain
Isolate this idle state, the last page is in vain

As skin burns my skin
And contempt is creeping in
Not a single kiss is sacred
We have lost our trust
For every love there is an ending
And we have turned..to dust

If only we could touch the air
If only it was there

 

[Einherjar86]

Alright, I figured I would contribute something, since I enjoy this thread (p.s. thank for unlocking this V5):

A Prelude to Life
I dreamt I saw a weary door
That opened into pastures green,
Though that sight I’d not seen before
When Janus to my plight had seen.
I thought it to a warehouse led,
With burning tubs of putrid pitch,
Where smoking throngs of Hades’ dead
Had gathered from a greasy ditch.

But now so strange a sight was there,
For all the horrid scents had fled.
The dark was lost to golden flare,
And blue skies hung above my head.
A giant mountain loomed high,
Above a road of flowers red;
So rich was this new scenery
Where once had darkness been instead.

I spread my arms and full-embraced
The girl, so innocent and sweet,
When Nature’s threshold she had graced,
And felt the grass beneath her feet.
Her tears fell as the welkin rained,
But out of terror, they weren’t so;
For in this world she hath remained,
Where others only dream to go.

EDIT:

and one more, while I'm at it:

With a Burning Sun Upon Your Breast
With a burning sun upon your breast
You stand upon the weather’d hill,
Where He, enthron’d above the rest,
Bled out and finally was still.
The shadows of three crosses stand
Atop Golgotha’s bloody crown.
The red eye of each punctur’d hand
Stares always, never blinking, down.

And if it stares but always down
How can we ever seek to rise?
It’s in the earth where life is sown;
Not in the empty, breathless skies.
It’s in the earth where life is thrown
When life has run its course and dies,
And whereto next it yet unknown
By both the stupid and the wise.

When I die, bear me to the waves,
And let me rest in northern seas;
I do not wish to rot in graves,
But roam through the eternities.
An ocean soul I wish to be,
And free beneath the northern ice;
And grand shall be the company
In my ancestral paradise.

 

[Orion Crystal Ice]

btw flesh's thing is pretty outstanding..


This one is comprised of some stuff which is over a year old, along with some newer verse, because I just never got anything in my head to finish it until today/yesterday. Part of the theme deals with some dreams I had for a short time a while back, which involved this huge, industrial sounding heartbeat and this huge sun dial. In one of them, I went into this steely building, and upstairs there was a giant framework, like this ####, no floor, and what seemed like hundreds of feet down was the huge dial that I could partially see, and then the heartbeat also emanated from there. Above the holes in the framework were children hanging by ropes, and once in a while one would uneventfully cut himself down and fall through the hole down to the bottom. Then in another dream, there was this kind of abandoned ghost town, but in one auditorium manner of building there was a large gathering of people, and it was pitch except for odd flashes of some form of metaphysical light, and the huge heartbeat was there again, somewhere near the front of the building, and it was deafening, and everybody was in a silent kind of worshipful trance. Later outside on some street, they gathered around me in a circle and took my body apart like zombies. So this blends a lot of elements and ideals and things from that series of dreams, with the attempt to acknowledge that maybe some of us or even all of us do kind of actually want a way out from the garbage we're in.. but it's very tough to really move or even see clearly where to go when there's so many years of layers of societal, ideological influences and things coming from all directions, which isn't even to mention the futility of utopian humanism that some think is the way, our already imperfect nature...and so forth, and so forth.
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'The Dark Mass'


Helpless
Hapless
Help us
Return from the black heart

Helpless
Hapless
Help us
Escape from the sun dial

God, please, forgive us
We know we've taken this out of Your hands
My soul is chaos
We've turned too cold to make amends

Chasing the hominal dream
Lusting to survive
Drowning in torpid and greed
Blood flows from our eyes

Shooting for stars
Gasping for breath
We're all alone
We live in death
As the sun goes down
On our broken crowns
We've nothing left but fear to grasp
We are... the dark mass

The dark mass

Man, please, forsake us
Save us from ourselves before we freeze
Our hearts are stardust
The emptiness has brought us to our knees

Carving our wounds into pearls
Just to feel alive
Dying for our counterfeit world
Within the worst of times

Shooting for stars
Gasping for breath
We're all alone
We live in death
As the sun goes down
On our broken crowns
We've nothing left but fear to grasp
We are... the dark mass

The dark mass

Helpless
Hapless
Help us
Return from the black heart

Helpless
Hapless
Help us
Escape from the sun dial

We've hung the children high above, they'll free themselves
Cut the ropes and fall below to another hell
We feel the pounding in our veins of the death machine
Languid we worship the beast inside of me

We can't call a forgotten name
How can we be saved
Where art is dead and God is dying
This will be our grave

Shooting for stars
Gasping for breath
We're all alone
We live in death
As the sun goes down
On our broken crowns
We've nothing left but fear to grasp
We are... the dark mass

The dark mass

Collapsed in tired desperation, we wait for sleep
But we shall never dream

 

[wandering_taco]

Thats pretty badass.

 

[V.V.V.V.V.]

I've ALWAYS liked surreal expression in any form where art is claimed to be dying or dead or obsolete or not right/negative...this is a really, really powerful message for me, one that actually shakes my core. Seriously. Love it. Disturbing as hell.

 

[Orion Crystal Ice]

ahh, thanks much all, cheers.

 

[zabu of nΩd]

There is a shark in my pants (shark in my pants!)
Performing an Arabian dance
Shark in my trashcan

Youtubes, jiffylubes, hooterboobs
They mean a lot to a poorman

 

[V.V.V.V.V.]

(shark in my pants!) refrain ftw.

 

[viewerfromnihil]

I am burning inside
Dying to feel your final breath
To feel your dead cold cunt
Beautiful blue black lips…

I quiver as I touch them
Covered in goose bumps you are
As I taste your once quivering clit

And play with your matted hair,
Bloody and congealed

I dream of you
I feel attraction
I live for you
You die for me
You are my slave
My sexual crutch
I am your completer
You're just dead without me

 

[divine_torture]

Landscapes in silent muck...like the seed of snowmen/Drift backward in a forward waltz/Die gently my faltering slumber/Doors open to cold clay apartments/Meant for the apprentice (little squirrel?)/Meh, it all cries/All dies the same/Giggles from three clouds remind me that I fainted/Yearly bastardizations fix asphyxia/Still can't breathe/The room is yellow now/How Deep does Deep fall?

 

[zabu of nΩd]

How Deep does Deep fall?

meep

 

[Einherjar86]

I wrote this the other day while listening to Negura Bunget's N' Crugu Bradului.

Another One
Through the depths of these enigmatic trees I wander,
Enigmatic trees, enigmatic leaves and disparate faces.
I rise from dampened soil and linger in the frigid air, and though my eyes are closed
I see everything.
My existence is amidst the world, but it is not determined by the world.
I claw at festering bark, expecting blood and pus…
But there is only silence.
A lonely hunter stumbles on my wraith
And gapes in horror at my pale appearance,
Fingers fumbling on the stock and barrel
As his heart descends into his bowels and drapes
Its valves across fecal corridors.
I’ve turned to face him. Eyes as deep as seas
Envelop him, the old and errant sportsman,
In a cold device. Little is said for freedom.
A trembling jaw, a multitude of sighs
As I squeeze, I squeeze, I squeeze until it’s done.
A lonely wraith, a shadow of a time
Unseen by human eyes, unheard by human
Ears.
I lurk in between days and nights, in places
Where time can’t reach, because I am of
Ancient hours.
This world does not dictate my being, for
I have been when nothing else yet was,
When the world hung in darkness and obscurity
And mute philosophers pondered primal storms
And whether the horizon was an end
Or merely a threshold.
The hunter’s family will come, but they
Will not find me, nor will they find his bones
Or body. That which witnesses my essence
Is absorbed and manifested elsewhere, in
Another time and place, with another
Mind, another
Soul.
Somewhere a carrion bird is feasting on
What time has determined forfeit; what the world
Has determined forfeit; but I am not so
Easily dispatched, so facilely expunged.
My kingdom is that of liberty, but
Only one can live in such a realm.
I am my tyrant and my servant,
My shepherd and my flock.
I am another, and I am only one.

 

[divine_torture]

meep

Exactly.

 

[wandering_taco]

my stream of thought
like a river flows
through shining crystal valleys
of ice, and of snow
in the haze of dream lie the whispers
in the wind
their eyes ethereal, unseen in the glitter
creeping slow, the sunbeams descend
as though trotting downstairs
to our cold barren cellar
locked in the well
with a stone we had covered
ruptured with thunder
as it floats far unhindered
down to the end
of this long winding road

 

[wandering_taco]

die o to die
they're coming
gaaahhhhh
im falling in this world
one day i rise a clump
to take the hugest dump
cascading through the trees
the colors green and bright

 

[wandering_taco]

red shirts are coming from beyond the red dawn, as the sun rises yellow into the day. i see horizon lurching beneath its tremendous weight, cascading down into blue

 

[divine_torture]

Ardent thoughts inside favored walls
Malicious in design
Frivolous in retrospect
Floundering about with glee
In pain (or rather anguish)
I'd rather hurt
Sometimes the closest place is not my home
Home is home, not the place to be

 

[V.V.V.V.V.]

Would be good prog lyrics.