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.