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Cold scales behind glass, waiting on human tides.

Four figures gather around a glowing crystal ball.

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

Even anthropomorphic animals expect impeccable table service.

Some days the laundromat handles more than usual.

Flagged. Forward to Verification -- see standing Protocol 7-G.

Giant fish sits in therapist's office on armchair.

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.

Between white coat and bristled bulk, patience weighs heavy.

Night itself knocks, grinning at the glass.

Morning ritual, shared between flesh and strange stone.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Laughter dressed in medals, history made plush.

Front incisors show wear consistent with tunnel work.

The sneakers are tied correctly, double-knotted.