Automatic Writing

I feel the themes that appeared in this automatic writing are surprisingly apropos considering my upcoming 20th birthday and my transition out of being a teen. Interesting.

So, 3 minutes of uncensored writing at 8:30 in the morning looks like...

Lust is like shortbread. Crumbly, sweet, enervating, and fattening. Showering handsome flowers upon porches at night will not beget the results you want. Take pride in not knowing anything that you are, were, or will be. As if nothing mattered but you and your rubber duck. Sesame Street exists and it is not a place you want to be caught at 2am tripping balls on LSD. Not on 'shrooms either. Childhood can be monstrous but that is part of being human. Let's never go back to middle school.

Project No. 2, Surrealist Object

How to Make a Surrealist Birthday Cake

Step 1:
Gather your materials. You'll need (more or less): paint stirrer(s), baking pan, candles, icing, sprinkles, water, and some concrete mix.

Step 2:

Pour some of that concrete mix in your pan! Add however much water you think it needs.

Step 3:

Stir it up. Flatten it out. (Or don't.)

Step 4:

Add candles! Add sprinkles!

Step 5:

Wait as long as you can stand it. Maybe eat some icing, 'cause you're in college and your mom can't stop you.

Step 6:

Light it up. Blow the candles out whenever you feel like it.

Step 7:

Use the icing you didn't eat to write something on your cake.

Step 8:

Type somethin' up about your cake!

Overdone

Surrealism is the dream world made tangible. Seemingly contradictory thoughts may coexist peacefully: in an out, positive and negative, war and peace, real and imaginary, here and there. It is the combination of antonyms and synonyms. This piece illustrates that by combining the edible with a material utterly inedible: concrete. What happens to an object when you take away its function (in the case of a cake, to provide nourishment)? What does it become?