color

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.

Laughter dressed in medals, history made plush.

Darkness breathes, and something thin watches from above.

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

Man lifted by rocket chair, crowd cheering below.

A man in a suit stands near two ducks.

Science class tried, AI labels tried harder, mostly.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Giant fish sits in therapist's office on armchair.

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

The doctor has definitely seen weirder. Probably.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Even the Pope showed up for this one.

Wild thunder, caged beside a sleeping afternoon.

The deceased forgot to delegate his own attendance.