There it looms, radiating mystical colors in the dark night, the temple of the underclothes sect. Legend has it that when the moon is overhead, scantily clad maidens with wings of angeles will appear on the second level of the temple, beckoning men with fat wallets and wakened libidos and matrons with aspirations of pulchritudinous physiques and unfulfilled dreams of romance in to the inner chamber of the temple. Once inside, and under the spell of the priestess of the temple, the men and women will make offerings of their treasures and be rewarded with the sacred garments. The men and women will leave the temple with their sacred garments and dreams of rapturous moments to come, but no certainty of fulfillment. And the angels will deliver the collected treasure to the coffers of the deities in the great temple known as New York Stock Exchange, and then return to the Third World where they will trade acorns for more sacred garments before the next new moon.
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