I have no emotions, I'm sad!
10th September 2007
Followers of the surreal all around the globe, I ask you: who can write the most surreal post that the world has ever seen!
"In here, there shall be no green sheep, firing square clocks at every 5 hamburgers! There shall be no pain, for babies with lots of crocodile shaped water will appear from that closet behind you and make you see everything yellow!"
Note:Try not to make a giant thread, ok. Long surreal texts get kinda boring!
[SIZE="4"]AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE![/SIZE]
Your mama on a stick.
28th December 2005
I can teleport myself only when I eat chicken and throw my cat at the neighbour's car's left mirror while hanging up the laundry on a rainy day.
There; you have the most surreal post ever. I win.
29th January 2007
I stand here, on the tip of the moon, watching the raven skim my hair, drinking of a cloud of bewilderment. The sun touches my head toes, deep in their iron boots, while I think of not being a vegetable.
It actually does make sense, surrealism does make sense, just has to be different It would be better, if we had to try and decipher the text of the one over us. As well write their own.
SCHOFIELD DID 4/30
10th August 2004
2nd April 2003
Red Menace;3998118This is surreal.
Easily confused for the ordinary, the real is not so real. Out of the corner of the eye the fence becomes a line of string rays square dancing with Steve Irwin, the smile a stab of fruit, and the koalas are less and less banana. Real becomes surreal, and only in looking at something with closed eyes can make it real.
I didn't make it!
"And in the realms of the minds of men, beyond the mountains of mist, the seas of terror, the cliffs of maddness, in the deepest dungeon in a cavern oh so old", Quoth the Shoemaker to his customer the Baker. And the Baker ask," what lurks in though dungeon in the cavern, past the cliffs, past the, sea past the mountains, in all their glory?" And the Shoemaker said to the Baker," terrors oh so old, and buried so deep, one of which should not be named, the infamos ykcowrebbaj!" Then the Baker screamed in fright for the name was taught to him by his grandmother, the sewing maid. Suddenly the Butcher came, with the Map maker and the Banker. He said,"we have found a kingdom by the sea, oh it fills us with glee, their wine is so sweet, and their bread so warm, I feel like a nogalagtontorn!" "Happy you must be," said the Shoemaker,"but shall we now go to the land of Popeperyie?" "Yes we shall go!" he answered So they skipped merrily to the land of Poperyie, which is left of the misty mountains, North of the Kingdom by the sea