Surrealist Compliment Generator

[irishgrl]

Surrealist Compliment Generator

hours of entertainment. no, really!

[irishgrl]

what it gave me:

In your absence I find other forms of amusement.

Your face is like an imperfectly shaven tennis ball.

Your eyelids refract the turgid limnations of an eel trapped in flickering cinematographic paralysis.

Its a far far better thing I do than to require that you find me a hammer and pummel me with all due diligence.

Your higher cerebrations are most post-mortem.

I love your eyes, but only with ketchup.

You wear your breasts like a man with an uncontrollable bulge in his apartment.

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

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

and the best:

You are the sound of one lip kissing.

[Lala]

Luminescence breeds in your finest moments of desperation

[irishgrl]

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

Your dainty nostrils flare with the humblest grandiosity of an ant swallowing a water buffalo.

[ryan8472]

"You are as dazzling as a pregnant cow attired in electrical sockets."

"Your hair is reminiscent of a self-digesting yak in heat."

[irishgrl]

So precisely, your head fits into the smallest of diameters.

You look like someone who has lunched poorly and who has no expectations for dinner.

The sisters of St. Cathode ask that you cover yourself with filaments and take pains to make yourself fully incandescent this evening.

I do sense a complete and utter vaccuum in the space between your auricles.

If you were a camel your humps would be esoterically bald from overuse.

[irishgrl]

AHEM: A Poem.

Softly seething, surreal breathing..
Ignite the cannon with sphagnum lanthum..
Laud the armies of diphthongs with your superannuating Diphtheria..
And I will ever be your combustive tablature of igneous geometries.

simply sublime

[Miss Vicky]

Soft sausages would gladly procreate in the bathwater of your verisimilitude.

Okay then....

[jannieC]

How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation?

[irishgrl]

Dustmites the world over love you for your feet.

[Miss Vicky]

Your nose hair is pleasingly twisted with the roots of a bristlecone pine that is so precariously perched on the side of a cliff it may easily uproot and fall upon the Republican lobbyists below.

Your sweet voice is like the snap of a bra strap upon a sun burnt back.

The expanse of your intelligence is a void no universe could ever fill.

[irishgrl]

Originally Posted by Miss Vicky

Your nose hair is pleasingly twisted with the roots of a bristlecone pine that is so precariously perched on the side of a cliff it may easily uproot and fall upon the Republican lobbyists below.

Your sweet voice is like the snap of a bra strap upon a sun burnt back.

The expanse of your intelligence is a void no universe could ever fill.

#3 OMG!! and that last bit in #1!! priceless!

[irishgrl]

May you always have stables of horses to service your needs.

That one's for Madonna.

[irishgrl]

Your soul contains all that is found in insects, pigs and vermin.

and yet:
You have not yet reached the height of your depravity.

[irishgrl]

HO ****!!

Madam! How your enormous foreskin shades me from the sun!