Cover them in tarpaulin!

When I write about surrealism I inevitably focus on the automata.

Look at those mannequins!

But don’t look for too long or you’ll start a panic dance.

In order to dance the panic dance you will need a few things, such as lambs and hammers.

You’ll need a tight space.

A maelstroem year.

A maelstroem sore.

You will need fat.

When I open up the ampules to the lustgarden of suffering, I’m learning how to dance.

How to do my death drop.