Tag Archives: surreal

Restaurant

Can’t swallow frozen spit The menu crumbles No waiter waits Cold salt soup steams. Advertisements

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Pencils have voices (or how is a pencil like a fruit again?)

  Pencils have voices. Some sound wheedly. Others – warm, ripe Fruit for hearing.

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A tiny taste of adventure

  Take a bite from this map. See where it leads you. Nowhere places. From taste to taste.

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Nothing Serious (Letter from the doctor)

The test results are back. It appears that a sack of rice has replaced your brain.

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