Ceci n'est pas un compliment - The Surrealist Compliment Generator
 

Click me.

Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of blue as a healing bruise upon an injured forelimb.

Your moist towelette speaks to me in lather as the disgruntled post man listens attentively in Yidish, pumping only an iron to the mini-van.

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

This is fun.

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

Last one, I swear. But this one was impressive:

Tribes of primitve hunters, with rhinestone codpieces rampant, should build pyramids of Chevy engines covered in butterscotch syrup to exalt the diastolic, ineffable, scintillated and cacophonous salamander of truth which slimes and distracts from each and every orifice of your holy refrigerator, Sears be its brand.

"I see your loves in cloves."

I love this!

"You suck. Your IP address has been blacklisted from this site."


What the????

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





I'm going to have to print this thread out and bring it to the abandoned zoo outing, for inspiration.

Aww. I got this one. Which means it's randomly selecting surrealist compliments, not randomly generating them. That's mildly disappointing.

Give me your hand that I may want of your broken nails.

My pathological scar desires to cite poetry through the ruddied girth of your soul!

You are the swordfish that will never shower.

The seared runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous cardinals setting a spanish villa ablaze.

You salivate strongly, like a platoon of army engineers trapped in a fit of malaria.

May your succulent earlobes ever flap about my knees like a thousand wooden pigeons fleeing the local sawmill.

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

You do but seize my motor fixtures into a likeness not unlike the moon.

:cool:

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


Umm.. duh!

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

Your skin sheds forth so that I endlessly crave pans of fried baclava.

A suburban distance lying across your chest, a purpled frock befitting the asphyxiated, cans of lima beans upon your knees, you are truly a goddess of disturbed tranquility!

Marmots will stick to you in Delaware


Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of a wounded man streaming bandage gauze from the highest church steeple

Your skin emanates such a porcelain sheen that I am tempted to stamp WC under your bosom and across your armpits.

You foment graciously, as ever any dying monster did rot.

Madame, your implement is admonishing me!

(But I kinda like it)



wendybeth: Stay away from me.

"You have no socially redeeming value."

Lovely

Your Hands do the work of 10,000 highly trained lesbian jumping beans.


You are the Ayatollah of Confusion on the night of Divalí.


Your presence reminds one of a blind jackal, eternally dependent upon misguided archbishops to provide instruction in bowling.


And, this one says it all......
You have not yet reached the height of your depravity.

Hey - wait a minute, I used to get Spam like this - if we dug up the poetry of Span thread I think we might find some matches. This must be the outcome when spam generators are used for good instead of evil.

Lucky!

Bleed me! My memory is fried with your pork!


In your absence I find other forms of amusement.


Luminescence breeds in your finest moments of desperation.


If seen on a disintegrating smokestack, your eyelashes would certainly compell even a wayward band of masticating cod into a feverish frenzy.

Ah, my dear, swanky surrealists ...
 

Mwah!
-3894 de Montparnasse

pics or it didnt happen

:D

I got Kevy's:

May clinging breasts always come to your aid in the kitchen.


eta: LOL! Followed by this:

Sir, you have most exquisite breasts.

I think I have to agree with this.