Email to Jamie
Dec. 13th, 2004 12:19 pmTo: [clown prince]
From: [human decoder ring]
Subject: Uh...
Jamie-
Would you like to explain the disturbing seventeenth-century tentacle porn I found sitting on your desk? I gotta say, Robert Herrick was a seriously dirty old bastard...
-Doug
PS - here's the text, if you're going to try and claim you don't know what I'm talking about...
THE VINE.
by Robert Herrick
I DREAM'D this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way,
Enthrall'd my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were embrac'd:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem'd to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curles about her neck did craule,
And armes and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancie I awook;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock then like a Vine.
From: [human decoder ring]
Subject: Uh...
Jamie-
Would you like to explain the disturbing seventeenth-century tentacle porn I found sitting on your desk? I gotta say, Robert Herrick was a seriously dirty old bastard...
-Doug
PS - here's the text, if you're going to try and claim you don't know what I'm talking about...
THE VINE.
by Robert Herrick
I DREAM'D this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way,
Enthrall'd my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were embrac'd:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem'd to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curles about her neck did craule,
And armes and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancie I awook;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock then like a Vine.
Re: Reply e-mail
Date: 2004-12-13 05:59 pm (UTC)And yeah, I hear you. I guess "good" is kinda relative with hallucinogens.
Re: Reply e-mail
Date: 2004-12-13 07:26 pm (UTC). . . I mean, most of the time. :)