#Surrealist meme

[skullzanta]

My brain randomly came up with this meme, I do not understand what the fuck it means, it just bullied me into making it exist. Please help me figure out what it means.

[teosolar]

ked mi to nikto nelajkol na ig, tak to skusim dat este sem

[allen-etcetera]

BREAKING: Local Stupid Idiot Opened The

[chiiroptereh]

Went on a mushroom trip on New Years, saw this random image on my phone and it spoke to me. He is like a deep sea organism comb jelly copepod looking thing to me

Always so fascinated by my shroomy art, it's somehow even more colorful than usual and looks nothing like how it was supposed to, lol! Definitely going in my wallpapers folder

[philiami]

"A hungry kitten with superb taste", II 2024, Coloured pencils, 50 x 45cm

[expeditiousmallard]

[shybreadgarden]

I swear some of the ads on tumblr look like shitposts

[colorado-corvidian]

"COFFEE & CIGARETTES", ever-unfinished W-i-P because the angle is so incredibly awkward.

[lunararts1111]

[zentrodada]

sometimes someone will say something about a piece of media that makes me go. Alright the time you spent reading/watching/listening to that was wasted. You don't get it you never could have

[allen-etcetera]

He hAs An Awful set of teeth; mAggot-studded pork hAs more grAce.

[fridaysvalentine]

the simple life by edward hopper

[letmeliedown]

do you guys know about Philip Glass Buys a Loaf of Bread (script in a collection here)? have i talked about it on here before? every so often i remember it exists and i want to tell everyone about it. it's so fucking funny but also just good art

[atbussysparks]

wet bread photoshoot ft. 15 Pepsi's

[anonymous-witness777]

The frog’s dewlap expands, fat with potential glory, resonant with longing, deep with hope.

Frog, Tup says, Can you miss a place you ain’t never been to?

The frog stops and turns to Tup. Tears linger in its eyes, and it sings, Little boy, you know I do.

Tup takes the frog onto his lap. He runs his fingers down the smooth skin of its back, and smiles. The planet turns on its axis; the universe is a finger of eternity. Slowly his eyes open, and all around him the dust-caked walls and haphazard furniture of the doctor’s office come into focus. He is lying on a couch patterned in pink and red florets, and as he becomes aware of this other, ordinary world he also becomes aware that he has taken a bit of that starry story with him. For in his hands there remains the frog, its moist skin drying in the desert heat, its jam-charmed dewlap silenced.

[expeditiousmallard]