The Surrealist Compliment Generator

Come, let me gnaw your fingernails that I may absorb and lose myself in the wise and gritty detritus that is you.

Hmmm...
 
The phase of your hallucinations reminds me of those balmy days when the championship mould was breeding, when the fish were long, and so were the valued floats of men we drank through narrow straws...
:eek:
 
Tribes of primitve hunters, with rhinestone codpieces rampant, should build pyra mids of Chevy engines covered in butterscotch syrup to exalt the diastolic, inef fable, scintillated and cacophonous salamander of truth which slimes and distracts from each and every orifice of your holy refrigerator, Sears be its brand.


Surrealist indeed.
 
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