Title: Great Letters Post by: The Heartical Don on October 06, 2009, 12:49:53 AM (ignore please, a failed experiment in fontology)
Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: nobody on October 06, 2009, 12:58:36 AM There's that letter from James Joyce to his wife or girlfriend back home where he talks about how he loves her farts and grotesque stuff like that.
Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: nobody on October 06, 2009, 01:00:03 AM My love for you allows me to pray to the
spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or to fling you down under me on that soft belly of yours and f*** you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shame of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. I spoke these words to my wife at our wedding. In front of a priest. 8) Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: The Heartical Don on October 06, 2009, 01:35:52 AM My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or to fling you down under me on that soft belly of yours and foda you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shame of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. I spoke these words to my wife at our wedding. In front of a priest. 8) Did, um, one of the priest's moving body parts change in size whilst you spoke this uncomparable piece of wondrous poetry? Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: hypehat on October 06, 2009, 05:15:04 AM My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or to fling you down under me on that soft belly of yours and foda you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shame of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. I spoke these words to my wife at our wedding. In front of a priest. 8) I bet that made her day. Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: The Heartical Don on October 06, 2009, 05:16:45 AM My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or to fling you down under me on that soft belly of yours and foda you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shame of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. I spoke these words to my wife at our wedding. In front of a priest. 8) I think you should put it on the Blueboard. Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: nobody on October 06, 2009, 11:22:32 AM You guise do realize that I was quoting James Joyce, right? Blame that dirty old bastard, not me. I'm as pure as snow.
Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: Aegir on October 06, 2009, 11:43:59 AM Like the snow that ends up on the side of the road?
(http://willfulcaboose.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dirty_snow.jpg) Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: nobody on October 06, 2009, 12:17:58 PM Like the snow that ends up on the side of the road? (http://willfulcaboose.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dirty_snow.jpg) No, like the kind which glitters in the eyes of children on Christmas morning as they peak through the curtains, revealing the snowy expanse of the front lawn. I am very pure though. I'm really not into sex or other meat pleasures. Title: Re: Great Letters Post by: The Heartical Don on October 07, 2009, 12:41:30 AM Sex is a primitive pastime for the lowest classes.
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