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...connective tissue that separates a woman's muscles from her skin is shaped like a honeycomb and allows even small amounts of fat to dimple out, whether she's fat or thin. (A man's connective tissue stretches over the fatty layer more tautly, keeping it smooth.) Losing weight, working out and plastic surgery can help reduce cellulite. But they can't change the underlying structure of a woman's body. And neither can Cellasene. So here's a modest proposal: perhaps it's our attitudes about skin texture that ought to change...
...language never rivals the story in The Queen of the Mist; rather, the spare imagery Murray painstakingly inserts allows the heartbreaking story to tell itself without unnecessary flourishes. Images of birth, death and rebirth permeate the poem's language, providing the strongest continual layer of metaphor within the poem. The barrel, Annie's self-made womb, becomes in the end Annie's self-made tomb as Annie watches herself disintegrate within the short and petty memory of history. Eventually she is even called an imposter when the idealistic collective imagination consumes memory and literally recreates "Annie Taylor" into a blonde...
Lewinsky: No. The thing that's better about L.A. is that you have another layer of protection because everybody drives. It's scary when you get into a car chase with people, which happened to me last weekend...
...Album is fueled almost exclusively by Walker, whose guitars and vocals are upfront and in-your-face on almost every track. Drummer Slug does little more than keep time for Walker, and Fincher's bass remains subdued throughout most of the album. Although Marvelous3 is power pop, they layer their music at points with vocal distortion, background sampling, an excellent Moog solo and creative piano arrangement. In addition, effective overlapping of Walker's omnipresent vocals disguises the thin ideas behind his most lyrics...
...what it must be like to see the world through the eyes of Andrew Kevin Walker. Imagine a seedy city, stewing in its own corruption, the heavy blackness of night not only covering the buildings and street but also the human soul. A layer of grit and filth permeating everything, even the skin of the inhabitants unfortunate enough to be living there. The city conceived as a concentration of misery and suffering in its purest form--when people die, they die violently and horribly. Good is corrupted, and evil abounds. There is no redemption. There are no happy endings...