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Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

A take it or leave it auteur-experimental fiction exercise: two women are monitoring their dreams, dreams that may of course also be stark naked...

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

A gang of women wreak havoc in the city, killing various men who have treated women poorly. And sometimes they do it just for fun.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

This is a time when we learn afresh that nothing lasts forever and that the variability is an integral part of everyday life. What is a river today...

Rosso Fiorentino's painting "The Deposition of the Cross" comes to life. The Christ is gradually removed from his cross by the biblical characters...

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.