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The moon outside is somehow the least strange thing here.

Tickle me Stalin

Simple line drawing of a small seated animal.

Animated broom scolds seated man in living room.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Night itself knocks, grinning at the glass.

Roundness creeps in, silently reshaping wild, wandering forms.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Even jellyfish, apparently, can skip leg day.

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.

Fish therapist sprays doctor, fish cult worships him.

Doctor examines giant worm-creature wearing a top hat.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.

Two flies mating on sticky flypaper, others trapped nearby.

Where claws hold candles and strange creatures share bread.