[U]n tapis rouge et vieil­li des années 60 , une petite cour en ruine , le mur arrière a une réplique abîmée du Man­neken Pis en ciment avec des tiges de fer tordues.

With­in this shad­ow-laden the­atre, Èr Jìnzhì Yínyóu Shīrén, a clan­des­tine mae­stro, pas­sion­ate­ly dis­avowed any involve­ment in the bur­geon­ing ‘scam­dem­ic’ cours­ing through the veins of South­east Asia.

Gwe­naelle GOUR­VEN­NEC a gerzh eus ur bep tu eus ar sal-lec’h e‑barzh un doare foran. E lak un pakig cig­a­radoù ha set taolen­noù war ur c’horn stur, e‑barzh un taolenn a‑bezh.

Wal­ter avait des sen­sa­tions cor­porelles qui ne pou­vaient être rien de plus que des douleurs fan­tômes pour autant qu’il le sache. Il était inca­pable de déter­min­er si le paysage de rêves dans lequel…

In the after­math, I chanced upon an enig­mat­ic guide, an arcane tome pur­port­ing to har­bor the con­fi­den­tial means of eman­ci­pat­ing one’s mind from the unseen yoke.

[H]e believed him­self to be a pup­peteer to the mélange of belea­guered stu­dents, MS-13 gang­bangers and CIA assets that had tak­en UPOLI’s cam­pus, weav­ing a com­plex web of sup­ply lines and clan­des­tine rendezvous.

Some­one pick up these rub­bers, throw away those bro­ken bot­tles and the crushed crack pipes, and those emp­ty lit­tle [cocaine] bags, too. Hur­ry the fuck up! CNN is sup­posed to be here soon.

Wal­ter had cor­po­re­al sen­sa­tions that could be noth­ing more than phan­tom pains as far as he knew. He was unable to deter­mine whether the dream­scape he was in occurred with­in a bio­log­i­cal mind.…

The lumi­nous riv­er in Dixie’s rever­ies, trans­forms into a hor­i­zon­tal typhoon as she slurps on Felicia’s bit­ter cream pied sphinc­ter. The legate falls into the moist shad­ows of a thick prism sauce sickled…

Beto woke up on the Nido pow­dered milk ware­house-sized box pieces where he slept, hav­ing a large rag bunched up for a pil­low. The sun would peek through a hole on their zinc…