color

Man lifted by rocket chair, crowd cheering below.

Laughter dressed in medals, history made plush.

Science class tried, AI labels tried harder, mostly.

A man in a suit stands near two ducks.

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Wild thunder, caged beside a sleeping afternoon.

Man eats eyeballs while creature offers more on platter.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

The doctor has definitely seen weirder. Probably.

Even dentophobia needs its own therapy session, apparently.

Savanna remembers nothing, but the denim holds secrets.

Darkness breathes, and something thin watches from above.