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Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Hose, scales, buckles, clock, diagrams, stool, window, coats.

Seven arms contact the floor. One does not.

Someone clearly never learned to say no to houseguests.

The moon outside is somehow the least strange thing here.

Strange creatures share a table, the world holds its breath.

Even anthropomorphic animals expect impeccable table service.

A therapist takes notes while a giant fly reclines.

Wings and grief rest heavy on borrowed furniture.

Animated broom scolds seated man in living room.

The pearl has not made eye contact.

Tickle me Stalin

Simple line drawing of a small seated animal.

The lord of the pool surveys his pale congregation.

Rooted souls labor beneath their own bare branches.

Workers on stationary bikes smile under supervisor's watch.