The surrealist compliment generator

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Sausage casings are not the intended consequence of fashionable dress.

...well, that's always good to know...

Sir, you've broken your water.... may I get you a new glass?

How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your brain.

You are a banana moon subverting the sun.

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

In caressing your follicles I am only vaguely reminded of the bitter harvest.

The farbling warble of your discontent serves only as a reminder
that the innocently Machiavalianishness of my guarantee
will soon expire

Existenial angst is the progenerator
of my desire for
your free-market liberal ideas
which I reject
making you the perfect opportunity
for a communist take-over bid

EAT SPASMOTIC RICE!
It beguiles and will improve your complexion.

Many sausages have known things before you had time to react.

Your sunburnt skin is as beautiful as gangrenous flesh peeled from an amputated limb.

Cretins and vermin cannot compare with the depths of your cousins.

Flies dance operas to your wisdom.

Entranced by the bitter harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your ruptured soul.

Your pendulous thorax makes cellists envious of the rotund sounds emanating from your nose in D minor.

OH MY GOD thats disturbing

Your beautiful bulgarian bricks stack like the thousand eyes of Estonian potatos, peering amid fuzzy dreams of corrugated cardboard.

You have not yet reached the height of your depravity.

Hahahaha !

I couldn't have said it better myself!

i love that one

I must demand your pleasing chin! How it passes there and back again like a leopard searching for its misplaced frontal lobes.

Am I supposed to feel better about my chin or loathe it even more? Next!

In your presence even a batallion of body builders could pass the New York State driving exam.

Why, yes they could. I am that awesome.

Hermaphrodites around the galaxy desire that you turn your rock and crochet bowl to its loudest setting.

You ever remind me of the enigma of postage not sent.

Es demasiado tarde, pero te ves guapisimo.


You breath as delicately as vapors of methane flowing towards an attractive flame.

The glow of your teeth exudes the courage of raw liver.

Never was a man so badly meant to wear corrective glasses.

Panoramic aromavision is too narrow for olfaction in your general presence.