Surrational Suggestions* 1: Why the sky is red Its the names of each thing which are never dressed in letters before they hit the open air; its the claw of the mind that sinks each loop into a morass of bulldogs and limerick wicks; there will be plenty of time to watch the sky vanish into the horizon. Youve no exact means of reproducing the hypothetical species. 2: Time is also composed of letters It cannot be argued forcefully enough, round a dented curve all hollow with space monkeys and pins, that the grains of salt of the melted mind can time travel through the graveyards teeth; if enough motion is detected by aquatic sonar combs to furnish the collapsed, impossibles will edge the crises towards solar moon. Her hair will fall like a kite around a flying gourd; your face of dust shatters into insect wings. 3: Belief as repetition compulsion Its the faulty fun-house mirror that lends an insipid vitality to the snore-inducing vowel glue; never has one so mightily convinced anyone that contrived character is caustic to the crazed. When chance compels plasma parlors into open secret palming of the eyes, the owl guitars lost chords ring out to shape the construction. *a surrealist game of subverting words away from standard formats for dialogue, information-sharing and habitual thinking, towards imaginative re-definition.
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