I feel like a surrealist rant. Like gerbils on crack head-butting walls of jelly. Building up a subtle resonance that belies the violence of its inception. woo00oomWoo000oomWoo00m. Grains of city grit jittering on the window sill, escaping the mouldy pools of condensation. Floating moose whiskers - do they have whiskers? DO MOOSES HAVE WHISKERS?? This is very fucking important. But not. Do whiskers have mooses? The fractal problems are self-evident with such a quandary. Tessellating through the micro entropy bridge into the macro world we witness. Ferns growing in tree tops might converse with ancient wax-recordings of proto dinosaur energy vehicles for dna agendas. Captured they are. For ever in amber. A quick sniff of pine resin and onward! Spinning on through aeons hence when all the nasturtium gardens are consumed in the flash fire of flying time. Time for that cybernetic goldfish to lick a dose of Jupiter and lazily sweep across the oort cloud. Mango. Perhaps. Or maybe honeydew melon. Where's Agent PencilBend when you need it? Crumbs chief! Cachunk, next gear. Ahah!! Various ocelot phones have oscillated the quantum loofa continuum to tintinnabulate my tympanum toward terrifically inverted gherkin affliction. Sounds painful I know. It would be if I hadn’t already converted all matter around me into crystalline form in order to push me out of a pollen mote in another scale universe. Moss tower kingdoms sway lazily above me as I giggle happily amongst the mulch metropoli. “DOWN!!!!” another swooping of mischievous miniscule munchkins. Gattling gun blast! Fire as many gnomes at them as you can!! Munchkin machinations of meddlesome maliciousness. Jelly hammer invoke!!! OOOMMMMWIBBLE! Gelatinous wobblage fools them all! WHAM! Little happy hat wearing devils are thwarted once more. QUICK!!! Jump into the scale machine before your trousers grow too large. Ahhhhh I hit the wrong button again! Wehay!! Loofa rodeo. Twirling double helix smoke swirls replace my axiomic avionic axons to guide my reflection outwards in all directions to echo through fractal bridges for me to appear in all universes at once. I must fart “KABLOOOM”. Donkey riding kangaroos charge from the left, glove shaped cackling oven buns assail me from the right. And all at once the giant blancmange of DDDDDOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM ends it all. I invite anyone else to have a go at surreal ranting. Add your reply, or riposte, or ribbing below
A surrealist rant is what started religion! At least the christian ones! Like the one man who saved the whole planet from a giant jello monster. The annunaki of the food kingdom. There is nothing we can do. The old one of fried food shall return. He, the one, The Godless Juice Chicken. He is godless. And full of juice. He, the one without gods. He shall return to re-create the flood of Noah once again with his fried oily juice of glory. You have heard the story. Now go and fuck your balloons into oblivion! Before its too late! You fools!
the purple font is as real as a black one, take your pick. is brevity equivalent to surrealness then?
