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Power chords echo where dynasties once ruled.

Everyone agreed the beach find needed a second opinion.

Everyone here has googly eyes except the liver.

Nothing says ages 6-10 like a political execution set.

Visitors from beyond, soaking up our yellow star.

Neon dread blooms where Hawkins kids dare pedal.

Where strange dreams gather, grinning, under warm light.

Childhood hands cradle the weight of civilization's end

Strange flesh globe dreams under the summer sun.

Four long-haired men pose before a concrete wall.

Between tide and breath, the sea sends back its own.

Finally, a developer who can actually multitask.

New York delivery gets weirder every single year.

Two men perform on stage with guitars and microphones.

Nothing ends a test flight faster than a correctional facility.

Even the Pope showed up for this one.