The surrealist compliment generator

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Troglodyte kidneys measure sardonic spasms not unlike the movements of an albatross buried in creosote.

Ever do your tears shed forth an peal of epidermal thunder!

You are as effective as a linear geometry based upon the Maginot Line.

Timepieces could not know your age.

Your fingers are as divine as the pope's nostril hair.


Why thank you

syzygyish withdraws his previous apostulations
you young'uns
can drag this thread down to intimate relations

Be still, my love, my watermelon rind. I am consumed with your collection of agile fans and pocked blades.

Excuse me sir?


If you behave there will be cake for the miscreants we call your brothers.

Riiiight... I'm gonna go over there now... please don't follow me

I love your eyes, but only with ketchup.

Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire.

This is stupid. Oh yeah...I'll stab you with a jack knife, you'll get horny and than you'll take me in bed with you.

I'm not that type of Punker. I love people and hug them. :O)

The phase of your hallucinations reminds me of those balmy days when the championship mould was breeding, when the fish were long, and so were the valued floats of men we drank through narrow straws...

Suffer, for you are toasting the Marzipan!.. (..and may I upon pretense ring latent tintinabulations for your Andalusian raisins!)

Ringworm sleeps comfortably around your umbilicus.

The spark of intelligence in your blinking eyes is not unlike the glow from the teeth of an electrocuted axe-murderess.

"You have the patience of a trilobite."

What's a trilobite?

"Your dandruff falls like the fixtures within a scenic railway passing through a thousand bearded rainbows..."

That's almost...poetic.

"Timepieces could not know your age. "

Um...thanks.

"May your succulent earlobes ever flap about my knees like a thousand wooden pigeons fleeing the local sawmill."
"You salivate strongly, like a platoon of army engineers trapped in a fit of malaria."
"Your beautiful bulgarian bricks stack like the thousand eyes of Estonian potatos, peering amid fuzzy dreams of corrugated cardboard."
"Entranced by the bitter harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your ruptured soul."

"Your cleverness ferments meat without the need of oxygen."
Fermenting meat without oxygen? That's botulism...