Christmas Day '92 Strange and fearful sludge swept into a hole. Throngs of headless shopping cramming into Disney Square waving a hand and buying my yearly salary. Scooting past the silent AIDS man between the Macy's flowerpots while flinging ten bucks for Andes drummers on CD. Pursed lipstick glancing at Operaman still raising lira for his tour. Flown-in weekenders lining up to coo the caged animals shitting and thrashing in Gumpy trollhouses. How much is that Gund in the window? I do wish that it was on sale. I want to see the manager right now, please. You haven't been very helpful. Excuse me. Keep the change.
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