Word: mascaras
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Sigh for enzymes in the employ of detergents, sigh for the mad politicians and the maudlin rants sigh for the bands and the mascara on the suspicious eyes of young girls and sigh for knowledgeable people and sigh for the Congress sigh for the murdered sigh for the murderers sigh for the young lovers on the stand sigh for the comedians sigh for the poets sigh for the broken autos sigh for the sticks and clubs sigh for the rich sigh for the poor sigh for the desert and the ocean murmuring and empty sigh for an ancient sigh...
...liberated woman. I wear a bra. I shave my legs, I wear mascara. I set my hair twice a week and have been known to use hairspray. I read Cosmopolitan magazine avidly and join World of Beauty clubs without giving much thought to their sociological significance. I use DippityDo hair-setting gel, Cover Girl medicated makeup, Deep Magic dry skin conditioner, and generally should be a source of great satisfaction to the American manufacturer...
...great Merman's. The comic delight of the show, though, is Bernadette Peters, whose Ruby can simultaneously sing and dance up a storm that puts all New York (including Queen Mane of Rumania) at her feet. She can also lament her unrequited love with a tear that streaks mascara down her cheek in a lugubrious perfection of timing...
...made in the wild West but in southern Spain, and the scenery looks like mañana country. Sean Connery's Lowland Scottish accent continually leaks through his ersatz American drawl. Brigitte Bardot tries to redeem the movie by going topless-coyly and briefly-but her mascara-scorched eyes and flaccid acting make her seem as if she had gone sleepless since her last picture. The dubbed voice of that fine character actor. Jack Hawkins, limited to esophageal speaking since his operation for throat cancer two years ago, is thin, out-of-sync and does not remotely resemble...
...foot blond was wailing at my feet. Having lost her mother amongst the myriad legs which stood like a forest around her, she given up in dispair, plumped down in the dust, her screams blending into the songs, her tears streaking through red mascara, raining like drops of blood on her legs...