Archibald Blondinet

Surrealist artist & writer

Dull enigma

  • Dull enigma

    Measuring up the stigma with every ricochet of a pebble once stapled to the very first pearl of sweat of this dull enigma. Double-tapping yourself into a coma every few days, while rejuvenating the repurposed magma of a timely loss of stamina. Stemming from the unknown, a feeling of joyful ignorance blossoms, blindly agreeing to…

  • Swan or pelican

    Nocturnal fantasies enunciated with a slur, deer shying away from the dark, spawning tales of a close encounter with a passing lorry. Swallowing headlights with fast food, God on speed dial, obligated to return the favour and give birth to the moon. Crossing the Atlas on a silver spoon bathing in gamma rays, while some…

  • Coughing up the funk

    Tricked into nude photographs of the self by a granular sense of escapism for generations, stare too long into the skull’s heart-shaped eyes, and become a short-lived meme. Dye your hair blond halfway down, coughing up the funk with a fist in the air, tired of the same blatant use of sub-par indigenous ballads. Ready…

Measuring up the stigma with every ricochet of a pebble once stapled to the very first pearl of sweat of this dull enigma. Double-tapping yourself into a coma every few days, while rejuvenating the repurposed magma of a timely loss of stamina.

Stemming from the unknown, a feeling of joyful ignorance blossoms, blindly agreeing to all terms, conditions and privacy policies. Your sole existence is confined to several rows of ones and zeros, bribing the meat-seeking fossils with unsolvable puzzles of a billion pieces.

Never share your secret endeavours with a shaved raven; its hidden intentions are malicious, and soon, you’ll find yourself screening the horizon, searching for your newly discovered phobias.