Surrreal story written by Willem den Broederen, Camela Cirillo, Marit van den Berg,
Leon Remie, Rick Hutchinson. Jesse Laport, Miranda B., Annelies Appelhof,  Polly, Sandra Boots,
Isabelle, Matthew, Angela, Elsje, Pino, Carlos Martins, Nick Glasbergen,  Joeri Groenendyk and Eefje Claus,
they are all visitors of surrealisme.nl
 

As for the plastic head we would have a reception comming friday,
 but because of durty algae it went trough.
 The street is the same to what I do with the  
clear laggards and without cross bikini line!
Romans is hard to find the towel that looks frightened.
Swiss cheese called the turtles of death,
She cursed me when I fell out in to the pond.
 Tension rises, while I look at the door and see how
the handle slowly goes down and up again.
PLastic head, Matta
It's no object, because it is paint on canvas.
The stain on the ceiling danced slowly with the hole in the floor
B lub was in a bowl of water.
"Art macht frei" he shouted.
N iemand zag het maar iedereen wist: Nobody saw it but everybody knew:
all tongues in 1 mouth, all joy in 2 hands,
the cross in my third eye, all horny
Music swells, the sound of
few thousand stones chided his mind.
With his belly in the sand,
swimming to the highest church tower of NASA
A rock, form selected from thousands
Damn the plastic head, I had me
drag back into a heated discussion.
I felt my ear slowly slide down
The holes of the Swiss cheese as the deepest of thoughts,
but typically they are incomplete and very tasty.
Wear you pay for when you buy Swiss cheese,
For the holes, called the window frame
While my mother eat an apple.
RArara dada ooooo youyouyou YOU!!
Pale and soft was the face I held,
a child yet a woman asleep.
Hot water for all.
Behind my mask I cry in silence.
Wear was I when you was.
Happiness, a raindrop find the sea.
The goldfish is anything weird because it's impossible
orange and gold to be named, why not blue fish
There was once a toe full of holes, in a glove right
while the cherry in an elliptical orbit around the scrotum flew.
I delve and drop onto a girls mental eye sockets because she dares look.
The man cutted his head and looked inside it. he found a group of fools running the marathon.
She sat on the bed, her legs wide open,
the man opened the window and hit the fly.
It's not true in its entirety, while it is true, but hear.
No worlds as somewhere in the stars,
said the substances in their light bowl.
When the night falls, her torso falls,
broken in pieces on the paved surface.

End  of part one

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