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Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Wild thunder, caged beside a sleeping afternoon.

Filed under quarterly reviews, department unresponsive since immersion.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Four figures gather around a glowing crystal ball.

Even earthworms apparently have an energy drink now.

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

The sign specifies a section, implying others exist below deck.

Even eldritch beings forget to knock, apparently.

A bureaucratic office processes souls for reincarnation assignment.

Between white coat and bristled bulk, patience weighs heavy.

Man, four fish suits, plaque, mug, book, boat, smoke.

Someone clearly never learned to say no to houseguests.

Even kings, it turns out, need someone to talk to.

Billboard, statue, crowd, fence, red stains, refinery towers.