In the depths of the Ab-Surrealist's subconscious, a machine whirred to life, spewing forth a never-ending stream of sentences.
Each sentence was a perfectly crafted amalgamation of words, a Frankenstein's monster of meaning, devoid of context or reason.
The machine, christened 'Baudrillard', was a marvel of modern technology, capable of generating 1000's of sentences per second.
Its creators, a cabal of Absurdist writers, had hoped to capture the essence of the human experience, but instead, they captured the essence of boredom.