Magic Realism
30 October 2020A discussion between Gothicess, and her handy little gnome, who’s looking quite tasty at this moment, in this time between all. He’s such an expressivist philosopher, but the expressivist soul tastes like a cool lemonade on a hot summers day. I don’t mind waiting for him to complete his thought, it prolongs and satiates my anticipation every time I dine, although I’m not known for my patience! It supposed to be a little off, a bit unnerving as surrealism, avant-gardeism and Magic Realism should be. For more content go to The Gothic Guild and play the game https://gothicguild.org
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