The Surrealist / Stream of Thought writing Thread

[DarkBliss]

Hmmm


The cross-eyed cerebral fungi love vacationing furiously atop the venomous fin tips of plastic dolphins, whilst inhaling lollipops of different shapes and genders.
Hours of angry ski-enhanced levitated vacuuming are then required to karate-chop their miniature diamond-encrusted droppings into oblivion.

Taken from:
YAFFTTPTSN magazine(You're A Fag For Trying To Pronounce This Shit Name)

 

[DarkBliss]

Yea, it wasn't really intended to be funny, just retarded. Like most things it appeared funnier in my head before I posted it. Yay to the official random bullshit thread.

 

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

Nay to the unofficial structured valuable item thread!

 

[AchrisK]

This is the wound fiber tube of transvicular torse. No persons, existing or non, shall invertebrate upon the scribbled piles of pentangular phonetics. In retrospect I look forward to the start of the summary. Dogfishhead 90 minute IPA.

 

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

Summarily murdered by orchosiutic solitude. Blaspheming chicken wings negligence grotipoia.

Iuiuiooiuiuoioooiuiuioooiuioo! Now I unleash the transgressive almond.

Penultimate fears of sketched numbers. Trying to comprehend immense fabricative structures forged from cotton and steel. Toenails gather from the hordes of auiuyap. Byeopia.

Horrors take shape at dusk and at lunchtime. Forced down my throat the nature of grupoa[s. OAIIPP. AOOO. AOOOO. IT XCL. oaooaooaoooaoooaoooaooaopaopappak,mm.ak mammakaka.

Large tubes infest my being. Nightmare holocaust forms multitudes of psychotic reveries. Forming entropy. Nyuaoia. NNNNAJ. Strange shape, shadows, shadows, shadowssssssssssshaodowssssodosia. Bring forth the turkey leg. Justice will be written on every grave and every bed. Bed. Bed. Sleep.

Iuao.

Sun. Sun shines. Dusk corpse. Corpse from living monumental huroai. OAI.

Swords made of blood. Tusks made of laminate. Psychotic stinging neurosis in my ajhal. OAI,...AOI....OAI...,,,APO....AIOO....AOI! Huroamanzhg. JAHZNNNZ,M,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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Pulse...pulse...pulsating. Yuroiah. Planar void melting orange and green. Lye in my being. Drought of mythic proportions. Circular hex wounds. Graphical installation of my targeted being. I am hunting...hunted...AOI....OIAO!....IAO!!!!!!

 

[AchrisK]

N..n...no...not...not the transgressive almond.

Being translusive I once ate the transgressive almond and it grappled with my soul to the enth of my being. Philo! My cry rang out, as samples of ammaretto scaled the walls of my quadralatteral glandular photo. No release it gave. I...I could not parse the inflative gourde. Gorde's that reflected infatuation and relativism. Oh...my sweet Jimmy.

 

[Wires & Waves]

you faggots dont even know what constitutes surrealism

 

[Satanstoenail]

Homosexual String. Flaming Yarn. Faggy Rope.



GAY THREAD.

 

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

you faggots dont even know what constitutes surrealism

No, I don't, but it's fun to post stream-of-thought writing, which is what I did.

 

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

N..n...no...not...not the transgressive almond.

Being translusive I once ate the transgressive almond and it grappled with my soul to the enth of my being. Philo! My cry rang out, as samples of ammaretto scaled the walls of my quadralatteral glandular photo. No release it gave. I...I could not parse the inflative gourde. Gorde's that reflected infatuation and relativism. Oh...my sweet Jimmy.

Apart from nigh living psyche, no hard brain on planet Gyahiroam could never solve mysteries unfolded by the almond. By mysteries I am aware you are a chair, you are a stocking, I wish to hang you over the flame. So supple, yet melting fully, made of peppermint candy and turpentine. Ignite, ignite...dance 'round the stars.

 

[AchrisK]

you faggots dont even know what constitutes surrealism

Nobody claimed to be an expert. I don't even know how to classify what I like to write...but I like to write it. Why don't you teach us if you think you're so cool?

 

[Ender Rises]

Homosexual String. Flaming Yarn. Faggy Rope.



GAY THREAD.

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[entanglement]

Why don't you teach us if you think you're so cool?

 

[AchrisK]

I know that was a dumb way to say it. But still!!

So come on WW, teach us a lesson in surrealism we'll never forget!

 

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

I am not a cheese stand. Take that fire hydrant and dog paddle to China.

 

[AchrisK]

Petrum. Pectin viols of affinity for gorging ones self on inactivities rolled into hyperbole is what is lacking. So I went in search of just such a set of viols. My journey began tomorrow, and will continue on into the forseeable past. With me, the penta-Vee in black, and no uncertain pedestrian taken randomly from within the confines of societal ills. P-Vee recommended against the black plague, but the pedestrian would have none of it. So we wandered up and over flatlands and sloping flat areas filled with misplaced punctuation, and through mountainous plains. Having packed a supply of butterballs, we lacked not for diversion. Despairing hopefuls crept along after us, hiding in the cracked mirrors and silly metaphors we left in our wake. The great brevity that we transversed was merely a foreshadowing of things we would not see. It was a futile trip which produced a great many useful things.

 

[AchrisK]

FUCKBUGGIES! FUCKBUGGIES and I saw it standing over in your pee.

 

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

Moistened fangs spew venomous tarpaulins. Nuclear ramrod physics emasculate nauroiiah. Byahrlka...Yoggg'''djjjdjjjdjjjjdjjjjdjj.

Breetyaiua,amzm.z..z..z.....zllakkallakkalllakklALZKALZMA

 

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

Nay, kind sirrah, you have merely cantalouped my desire to merely remain a fragment of misery upon your shelf. Time to dance the craven cha-cha.

 

[AchrisK]

It is as if it is an ambiguous when if at last I nor me grasp it at all.