They Frighten Me

Why this general clogging of the spiritual arteries? Their accessories and easements frighten me, their foreshortened arms and tiny shellacked frankenwives, whose shrunken heads and paws peek pitiably over the window frames of the overlarge vehicles they are obliged to pilot; they speak to me. They frighten me.

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