Placeholder: Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You

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Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You

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Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You
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This school was located on the edge of town, away from prying eyes; here young men could let their wildest fantasies run free without fearing repercussions. The classroom itself had an air of secrets untold about it. The girls at this school weren’t like any I had ever met before - they seemed so much more mature than your average teens; yet it was clear that each one held her own secrets and hidden passions within them too! They are hand picked to be a tutor for the boys, teaching they how to b
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[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] the Black or Afro-American sheriff in the Wild West. A tale as rare and powerful as a shooting star in the night sky. Picture this: a lone figure, standing tall in the dusty streets of a frontier town, a badge gleaming on their chest, defying the odds and challenging the stereotypes of the time.
Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You
The ancient walls loom overhead, their grotesque carvings casting grotesque shadows that twist and contort into horrifying shapes. The very air vibrates with the primal power of evil. Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, barring your way. It's a horrifying abomination of flesh and bone, twisted beyond recognition by some unholy power. Its eyes gleam with a malevolent intelligence, and its jagged teeth gleam in the dim light.
Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You
[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] Pharesm made a peremptory gesture. Cugel fell silent. Pharesm drew a deep breath. "You fail to understand the calamity you have visited upon me. I will explain, so that you may not be astounded by the rigors which await you. As I have adumbrated, the arrival of the creature was the culmination of my great effort. I determined its nature through a perusal of forty-two thousand librams, all written in crypt
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