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[fleurimperatrix]

found this in the new yorker and thought, "wow, this is why i can't write cool surrealist poetry. because my mind is incapable of these kinds of word acrobatics

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[trevdak]

I found this one in the New Yorker:

“[She] finally came to him in the bed and shouted ‘Arragghrrorwr!’ in his ear, bit his neck, plunged her head between his legs and devoured him”

I like my passage better.

I found it here.