Automatic writing was used by Surrealist playwrights to create original nonsense. I have decided to tap away daily for a few moments, until the writing becomes contrived. It may be good, bad or ugly...but at least it won't make sense!
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
heather pumpkins exploded! wow! sky above raining nails is very uncomfortable, pin stick in minnesota minnesea riding the ocean wave, rolling, rolling ugh. Pigeon violet sky and in my eyes a reflection of a pizza whole not piece, angled like the moon in a lake pond not a river, not a broken image, a complete one where turkey terry likes cheese and pomegranate spread, firmly, gritty bits on white bread all in one, gulp. gulped like a dog or more like a whale, a pigeon blue one, pouting up its water from in its spout hole - nose hole, back hole, mouth hole? cartoon whales are bored with the sea, but what would they do on land, that's the question? same colour as eeyore, interesting concept, why is pigeon sad? what colours are happy, elipses on a crossboard, i play darts.
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