Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire.

Complimentary Surrealism
on the Surrealism Server

You mutter such objects of equine delight that the mind's ability to sew slices of mordant ivory becomes tamed with visions of Tamils in Constantinople.

˙ʇoɹ pıp ɹǝʇsuoɯ ƃuıʎp ʎuɐ ɹǝʌǝ sɐ 'ʎןsnoıɔɐɹƃ ʇuǝɯoɟ noʎ‬

More to come...check back.

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