a half-hearted shove into the very same beauty as yesterday: glimmer against wrists sweating their lust: that young jackal trying to imagine what a tattoo would say if it could speak: handcuffs to glossy-red lips, cheeks coagulating on the rim: a murderous afterburn gently peeling back layers of DNA doing 300 push-ups a minute
brown doors and pastry skin capable of metamorphosis at any second: the very heart of dissociative freedom like strangers kissing in a tree: certain hues repeat themselves when drinking bruised, skinny pints of fifteen: kitchen cesspool contortion and buttocks straining, the sheer grime sucking at hosiery for a free flash of pussy
monosyllables cooling on a girl's thigh, the primordial supine: that inscrutable siamese-dream carries its own decapitation across the street: the space between another black dress clinging too-tightly to young flesh and this nubile sorrow: slender membranes emblazoned on a sea of nomads traversing the flutter of cellphones, verbatim
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brown doors and pastry skin capable of metamorphosis at any second: the very heart of dissociative freedom like strangers kissing in a tree: certain hues repeat themselves when drinking bruised, skinny pints of fifteen: kitchen cesspool contortion and buttocks straining, the sheer grime sucking at hosiery for a free flash of pussy
monosyllables cooling on a girl's thigh, the primordial supine: that inscrutable siamese-dream carries its own decapitation across the street: the space between another black dress clinging too-tightly to young flesh and this nubile sorrow: slender membranes emblazoned on a sea of nomads traversing the flutter of cellphones, verbatim
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Re: Beating the Onanist
Wed, June 13, 2007 - 10:07 AMa half-headed dove into the very same box as yesterday: slimmer again while smelling hair dust: that lung jacket lying to its master that a tattoo would pay for its wood beak: pancakes to mossy-wet lids, cheap congregation of the dim: a ludicrous aftershave gentry feeling bad lays on T 'n' A going 300 cock-ups a minute
lawnmowers and past risking culpable in mass psychosis as many sexhounds: the dairy fart of grocery fiefdom lacks danger pissing on a tree: curtain shoes defeat themselves in shrinking rooms, skimpy minds of fit teens: kissed in cassette spool abortion and buttons straining, the sheet grime shucking off hostility for a fee, frisson du poisson
monkey giblets cooling on a girl's thigh, the pineal turpentine: fat unscrewed simonists cream berries in old denatured acrostics that bleat: the face beneath another black dress drinking you nightly to songs fresh and disutile as snow: blender memories imprisoned in a sea of gonads dispersing the utter opulence of verlaine -
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Wed, June 13, 2007 - 1:45 PMA question to the masses: Does anyone actually read this stuff from beginning to end? I try, but random stream-of-consciousness makes my brain hurt. Even Joyce's most obscure passages have an internal logic and rational sequence of their own. I honestly think a lot of what passes for "surrealist" art has no artistic merit whatsoever. Flame me if you want. -
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Wed, June 13, 2007 - 3:58 PMa plectrum of the asses: do many huns factually breathe this snuff from picnicking in Bend? nitrile butt rammed us dreams of conquest, nakedest midbrain hunt. evening rejoices moats obscured massages slaves and in terminal logism androcentric quince of Theron. ionic sleeves stink of lotteries' fat asses faux surrealist asshats north arctic merkin flatus hovers. flames meet in my aunt. -
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Thu, August 16, 2007 - 3:02 PMI never used to read them - I'd just scroll down and post something like, "caviar furnace!" - it used to be enough -
once Tappy gave me a hit of this stuff he called 'Miracle Whip' - it was funny - you smoke it, like in a pipe - then I had this unrelenting urge to peel my pants off - so I sat my naked flappy cheeks down, cracked a beer and read a whole page of this cream-of-congress-ness stuff, whatever you call it - and after I finished, WHAPPO! a hundred motherfuckin' dollar-bill appeared right under my ass! it happens every time - now I'm on my way to debt-freedom after years of internet clown-porn addiction, and I owe it all to suck-ass prose poetry -
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Fri, August 17, 2007 - 12:42 AMNow that makes sense!
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Fri, August 17, 2007 - 10:03 AMif you liked the miracle whip, you'll love smoke-a-roni............ -
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Re: Beating the Onanist
Wed, September 19, 2007 - 10:46 AMHow much could a woodchuck fuck if a woodchuck could fuck chuck?
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Wed, September 19, 2007 - 11:12 AM
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Tue, September 25, 2007 - 12:06 AM"a lot of what passes for "surrealist" art has no artistic merit whatsoever. Flame me if you want."
the surrealists were just not very concerned about artistic merit or aesthetics at all...while not as strringently anti-art as Dada, there was definitely a similar streak...which is why Breton was not very favourable to including painters in the movement at first...he knew the moment that was allowed to happen, surrealism would be associated with "high" art
whether anyone reads it or not isnt a major concern of mine...it's fun to write...i post it...if people read it, great...if not, that's ok, too...collaboration or adding on is better :) so, yeah, even though the other poster was taking a dig at me, all you can ask outta surrealism is a laugh
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Wed, September 26, 2007 - 10:44 AMit was meant entirely as an homage, robert, in the friendliest surrealist spirit possible.
heckling is a surrealist act as i sincerely hope everyone here concurs. actually, i couldn't give a pee in a flowerpot whether you concur or not. or, maybe i do. -
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Wed, September 26, 2007 - 12:04 PMActually, Dr. Jimmy, I think Robert was talking about me.
I agree in the main with the point of surrealism being anti-aesthetic. But there arises a dilemma. The least common denominator of art is that the artist wants it to be seen (or read, or heard, or touched, or smelled, or tasted, etc.). But these nonsense concatenations of words are for me insufferable, and I wanted to know sincerely whether anyone had the stomach or head to read them through from beginning to end. And I am a person who reads Finnegans Wake or Gertrude Stein with pleasure, so there's a lot I'm willing, even happy, to accept. -
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Thu, September 27, 2007 - 9:46 PMi think a quote from the surrealist manifesto might be in order here:
"The simplest Surrealist act consists of dashing down into the street, pistol in hand, and firing blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger, into the crowd."
- andre breton
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Sat, September 29, 2007 - 5:33 PM"it was meant entirely as an homage, robert, in the friendliest surrealist spirit possible. "
and taken as such :)
as to whether i read this stuff or not....yes, i do...i find that after a few paragraphs of reading surrealist writing, my mind goes into a zone that is very similar to a trance state
i doubt this happens to everyone, but i know several people who have shared similar experiences...that's the reason the name of my writing blog is PeyoetryHut
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Mon, October 1, 2007 - 7:31 PM"I have a mad, starry desire to assassinate beauty..."
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Tue, October 23, 2007 - 3:35 AMActually, dilemma. The least in Dr. Ror touched, or smelled, or tasted, etc.). But these pleasure, so there's nonsense concatenationcommon denominator of art is that the artist wants it to be seen (or read, or had thof words are fosurrealism being anti-aestheticr me insufferable, and I wanted obert was heard, to know sincerely whether anyJimmy, I think one talking about me.
I agree s point of . But stomach or head to read them to end. And I am a person who reads Finnegans Wake or Gertrude Stein with a lot I'm willing, even happy, to accept.
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Tue, October 23, 2007 - 3:20 PMRemember your first Little tiny ones for little tiny fingers an early lesson in kindergarten. After cutting, next you paste your picture and rounded points for safety sake. . The computer world uses its good buddy that allow you to move to another location. The Cut function removes the information from its original text. Using your mouse, puts it someplace else. Let's start with lick on the Paste you want to move so that you can
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Wed, October 24, 2007 - 6:12 PMI think you're catching on, albeit slowly.
Practice at home with a buddy.
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