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The rabbit joined a terror cell because the fossils kept whispering tax advice.
Its bazooka fires overdue carrots at the Ministry of Gravity.
Experts insist the moon is merely its forgotten lunchbox.

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The potatoes hired the sky as a dentist.
Three elbows taught gravity to sweat while cameras milked lightning into plastic.
A pigeon swallowed Tuesday, burped a parliament of socks, and the asphalt applauded with twelve wet teeth.

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The moon misplaced its pockets,
so the beetroots taught the stars to bounce.
A serval vaulted over an ancient key,
the mountain unlocked... and sneezed Christmas.

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A tyrant crowned the lettuce with a rain of ranch,
while dragonfly scriptures fluttered without wings.
The library bent into impossible thought,
and every page devoured the silence before the beast could.

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She covered her ears, but the stairs kept whispering.
The sea returned only lifebuoys, never the yacht.
Above, the clouds applauded in silence.
Even screams can drown.

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The aubergine wore Venice to fool the sea.
Stars applauded.
Flying fish forgot gravity and applied for the moon.
Meanwhile, the clouds held a meeting to decide whether vegetables can dream.
Nobody voted.

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Mantra of the Capybara Buddha

Om Capybaraya Shantim Hum.
Still as the lotus, gentle as rain, golden as dawn.
The third eye drinks the sky; the swamp becomes a temple.
No river resists peace, only the hurried mind.

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The bees pollinate gravity with golden whispers.
A black rose remembers the color of tomorrow, while rubies bloom like wounds that forgot pain.
Clouds applaud in perfect silence, and the sky wears the flower as its only impossible thought.

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The scissors drink the lake.
Blue remembers yellow, pink forgets the sky.
The red African sun folds itself into a feather and hatches silence.
Every reflection is the original; every bird is the mistake.
Today, fog applauds with invisible hands.

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In the shadowed cave of Polyphemus, Odysseus confronts the one-eyed giant with quiet resolve while his terrified companions vanish among the Cyclops' sheep. A Bronze Age world reborn in meticulous archaeological detail, where myth feels as tangible as history.

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HEL MORT, Worms (2026)

A spoonful of worms becomes the daily act of swallowing lies. Social survival demands silent compromise, turning complicity into slow self-poisoning.

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HEL MORT, Scarabs (2026)

Beetles endlessly dig through excrement, reflecting humanity’s obsession with the trivial. Scarabs critiques hollow ambition, performative labor, and the illusion that accumulation creates meaning.

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HEL MORT, Oyster (2026)

A hardened shell conceals a pearl. Beneath abrasive exteriors lies emotional depth—an image of intimacy, trust, and the slow revelation of hidden generosity.

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HEL MORT, Octopuses (2026)

Viscous octopuses embody obsession and unchecked desire. Their tentacles evoke invasive impulses, exposing the line where instinct turns to domination and desire becomes destabilising.

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HEL MORT, Mask (2026)

A bridled horse becomes a symbol of suppressed potential. Strength turned obedient through illusion, freedom reshaped into labour—an image of control internalised and willingly worn.

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HEL MORT, Maori (2026)

A tattooed face exposes the myth of modern civility. Beneath progress, dominance, conflict, and power persist—primal hierarchies hidden behind contemporary structures.

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HEL MORT, Leeches (2026)

Leeches embody destructive thoughts—rage, fear, resentment—clinging and draining vitality. The work questions the illusion of a rational, controlled mind.

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HEL MORT, Heart (2026)

An exposed heart confronts intimacy as vulnerability pushed to the edge. Love becomes surrender, where devotion teeters on self-annihilation and emotional dependence invites consumption.

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HEL MORT, Fury (2026)

A landscape of entrenched opposition, where emotion and ideology ignite violence and silence dialogue. Fury reflects social fracture and asks if reconciliation is still possible.

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HEL MORT, Frogs (2026)

Frogs slowly cooked alive become a metaphor for ideological suffocation. Ideals erode under self-deception and conformity, showing how societies neutralize dissent through slow, internalized pressure.