Category Archives: Surrealism

Dear Summer, Fuck Off!

Dearest Summer, It’s not you, it’s me. I sweat profusely, I don’t know how to dress, and, frankly, I don’t know how to treat you right or respect you baby I don’t know. Maybe I was supposed to know you, love you, respect you, feel you because you remind me of my body. An organismContinue reading “Dear Summer, Fuck Off!”

“The Girl who Melted”

My tits are melting. My armpits are melting. My eyes are melting. I’m producing more fluids than an orgy and feeling far less sexy. Do people ever truly feel sexy in an orgy? Do people ever truly feel sexy when they’re melting? sexy metal melting hashtags of heat extra savory salaciousness twisted twilights never endingContinue reading ““The Girl who Melted””

“5:33AM 1987”

It was never going to happen. It was never supposed to happen, but his eyes opened. The heart monitor flatlined as he unplugged himself. Legs weak from dystrophy, they bowed beneath the weight of him. He toppled into a wheelchair reacclimating himself to being alive again. Where was it coming from? The window was leftContinue reading ““5:33AM 1987””

Translation Tuesday: “Heimat Who Lives in a Box” by A.E. Sadeghipour (Asymptote Blog)

For this week’s Translation Tuesday, inexplicable shapeshifting, bad table service, tangible numerals, and a loving friendship that defies spatial logic are on the menu in “Heimat who Lives in a Box,” written and translated from the German by A.E. Sadeghipour. In this surreal microfiction, a dinner date is marred by embarrassment and a rude (andContinue reading “Translation Tuesday: “Heimat Who Lives in a Box” by A.E. Sadeghipour (Asymptote Blog)”

White Cow and Brown Bull

I was a white cow being led by a shadow tree back to the barn. I could not fit through the door until I was shrunk down to a more manageable size. Inside the barn the brown bull was mounting the heifer. I was guided to my stall. On the clean hay lay two calves,Continue reading “White Cow and Brown Bull”

I Am the Square that Moves Like a Circle

I am skeleton buildings and pallet furniture I am insulated under armor I am a loophole on repeat I am pinto beans and pineapple rings Consummation of voracious cultural consumption I am a threshold A door frame that presents the Pretty picture of me For the rest of the world to see Because I amContinue reading “I Am the Square that Moves Like a Circle”

If the BVG was an RPG

Okay, finally settled, got my apartment, I’m gunna start exploring the city, looks like I have to select a character okay Select character You have selected — U8 Perfect, now that I’ve selected a character, let’s start exploring the- U8 has engaged in a fight Wha- oh godamnit! *Battle Music Initiated* U8 versus Hausverwaltung Use>Magic>Reveler/DrunkardContinue reading “If the BVG was an RPG”

Who are the People that would Believe Me?

Who are the people that tell you yes? Who are the people that tell you no? Who are the people that tell you to be? Who are the people that tell you to be anything but? Who are the people that make you? Break you? Throw you? Lift you? Who are the people that areContinue reading “Who are the People that would Believe Me?”