Torching the orchestra, we salivate in glass perversions. Very Mary, Very Mary, heavenly hairdresser! Sidling sideways out of the trauma gardens, here come the enemies, the rising cordwainers bent to misery, bowed by applesauce velocity. A soup of names, a word, a roomful of millions. Here comes anchorage! Here comes anchorage! Open the laundry, the lavender archway. Stem the rosaries! Call for insecticide!
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This quote was added November 29, 2007.