color

Even balloons have opinions about Soviet-era politics, apparently.

Savanna remembers nothing, but the denim holds secrets.

Scales and silence, breakfast claimed by the deep.

Finally, a board game that teaches coerced confession skills

Silver hair meets stadium lights, defying every quiet year.

Science class tried, AI labels tried harder, mostly.

Seeds of pride bloom, but taste of folly lingers.

Laughter dressed in medals, history made plush.

The spelling error arrived confidently, teeth and all.

Every family has that one weird dinner night.

Even nightmares have a coffee and newspaper routine.