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Chris Apap
Surrealist Text (excerpt)


(Editor’s note: These “narratives” were based on a process of fusing together disparate fragments of story and dialogue encountered while channel surfing. The inspiration for this project was the early Surrealist practice of wandering in and out of movies in progress, allowing the different film fragments to merge into one hybridized narrative.)



He finds himself in the front bunker on the thirteenth, with a chance for a birdie in this shot. If he makes this, it will take him into New Skin by Avon. It is so rich and meaty that it can reduce the risks of getting lung cancer. While playing the fiddle one morning, after drinking my coffee, I found myself thinking about being in my racecar with Christina Smith. She wants to travel at 193 miles per hour while getting her back yard redecorated with Yamaha motorcycles and four wheelers. Oh no he misses the shot. What a tragedy.

Meanwhile at the concert hall a crazy Irish man in a blue plaid leisure suit joyfully boasts about golf balls that can make you drive even farther! The rappers in the background are dancing to the music that the DJ spins. But don’t we want to concentrate the juices from the onions and the mean? It just smells so good! We have created the gravy of JESUS CHRIST! He is the way of life. The only one true salvation from this hell on earth. So how does that tell me how to start of even expand my business?




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