Surrealism Server: Surrealist Compliments For All

Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire.
You are the sound of one lip kissing.
Convexion sees between your eyes. Herds of gazelle concave at your feet!
I would gladly eat chamberpots of your sickled beans and thalassemic rice.
Bleed me! My memory is fried with your pork!
How lovely is your curdled priest!
Entranced by the bitter harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your ruptured soul.


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