Black Spring

Black Spring

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What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature. More info →
Tropic of Cancer

Tropic of Cancer

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I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead. More info →
Nexus

Nexus

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Woof! Woof Woof! Woof! Woof! / Barking in the night More info →
Air- Conditioned Nightmare, The
Colossus of Maroussi, The
Plexus

Plexus

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In her tight-fitting Persian dress, with turban to match, she looked ravishing. More info →
Sexus

Sexus

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It must have been a Thursday night when I met her for the first time- at the dance hall. More info →
Tropic Of Capricorn

Tropic Of Capricorn

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Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos. More info →