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Even the fish dressed better than most tourists.

New York delivery gets weirder every single year.

Even farewell tours need a guitarist and a mic stand.

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.

Two dreaming minds anchor flesh between mouth and void.

Everyone agreed the beach find needed a second opinion.

Science class tried, AI labels tried harder, mostly.

Strange flesh globe dreams under the summer sun.

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

Women in bikinis practice CPR on a beach mannequin.

Even balloons have opinions about Soviet-era politics, apparently.

Everyone here has googly eyes except the liver.

A shrimp-headed general stands in a boat with creatures.

Seaflesh commands the crossing, stars and banners trembling.

Two men perform on stage with guitars and microphones.