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Everyone agreed the beach find needed a second opinion.

Power chords echo where dynasties once ruled.

Everyone here has googly eyes except the liver.

Four long-haired men pose before a concrete wall.

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

Childhood hands cradle the weight of civilization's end

New York delivery gets weirder every single year.

Two men perform on stage with guitars and microphones.

Neon dread blooms where Hawkins kids dare pedal.

Visitors from beyond, soaking up our yellow star.

Where strange dreams gather, grinning, under warm light.

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

Finally, a developer who can actually multitask.

Strange flesh globe dreams under the summer sun.

Nobody asked about the snails, yet here they are.

Nothing ends a test flight faster than a correctional facility.