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But do not live to warn their buddies of the danger, leaving us with many eagle and mouse deaths, and bunnies are free to dominate.

Surrealism is the thought of bunnies; not The Communists, not White Supremists, not Radical Muslims, not Zombies, but BUNNIES taking over the world!

Sylkat

Bunnies reproduce enough to do it!

Surrealism:

Bunny drives, instead of cattle drives, bunny burgers instead of hamburgers, stuffed bunnies for Thanksgiving, bunny meatballs with spaghetti, but we shall need very small toreadors if we replace bulls with bunnies for bunny bullfights!

Sylkat

In some cultures, insects, dogs, MICE, and other items are considered delicacies.

Some cultures have picnics on their dead relatives' graves, and talk to them during the meal....THAT is surreal!

Sylkat

That sounds unsanitary.

That might sound surreal nowadays, but in my grandparents' time rabbit meat was just an ordinary meal, not to mention even squirrel meat. Hunted and dressed at home, of course.

Singing songs from the Otherworld at the bus stop and using puddles for divination, you decided to eat noodles. The trees, heavy with blossoms, smoke by the road. Your eyes see stars in the daytime and nose hears the garlic in a kiss with a hag from the sewer. Rats have got an eye on your job. Rings of ice run round your head and crystals encrust your brain.

I'm a delicacy every third Friday of the year. I'm simply medicine every other day.

Squirrel meat?

That is as bad as eating squid, or eel, or octopus, all of which are just hoping for a chance to return the favor if some gourmands take up scuba diving as a hobby.

Relatives of those squirrels light candles in trees in memory of their loved ones, and toss nuts onto people's heads in protest.

Sylkat

I eat squid, eels and octopus. They taste delicious with washing powder and tree sap.

I envision a vengeance-seeking eel sneaking into your bath water, and biting off your toes, then smirking 'See how you like it!'

Sylkat

My mind is a tangled New Jersey landscape, suffocating without the distant whirling atmosphere. To avert critical mass, rudeness is my only release and virtue.

New Jersey is surreal.

Sylkat

Cool. I love necromancy.