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

Seaflesh commands the crossing, stars and banners trembling.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.

Propaganda poster shows soldier riding rocket-powered descent frame.

Even revolution bows to the humblest daily ritual.

The deceased forgot to delegate his own attendance.

A man in a suit stands near two ducks.

Strange flesh globe dreams under the summer sun.

Even the fish dressed better than most tourists.

Savanna remembers nothing, but the denim holds secrets.

Man in glasses drinks from stone well among villagers.

Even farewell tours need a guitarist and a mic stand.

Everyone here has googly eyes except the liver.

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Bright fabric holds still, grinning toward a lens it trusts.