Surrealism--Alive and Well and Living in My Brain

Baseball propellor orange tree feeds into rhubarb quiche plunges behind plastered walls reminiscent of dusk brandied in silent festering squalor smelling oregano faintly through one's petrified nostrils of promiscuous rotundness beaching whales that fly haplessly off through orange clouds of dewdrop beauty, caressing the sunholes of magnificent light coarsely on its way through the heavens.