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 Date: 02/17/2004, 16:50:11
 Posted by: NAR
 Original URL: Click here (However, the link may be stale.)
 Subject: Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up!
Oh "me" of little faith (zero actually). How long it hath been since I last smelled the freshness of thy feet. Thy lotus petalled feet....... Why doth they call them that, anyway? Doth tou havest a floral arrangement under thy spotless socks? Doth thy feet exude an essence so sweet that it covereth the fact of your athleticism? Doth thy tennis shoes not carry a less than heavenly scent, just like everyone else?

Nooooooo thy feet smelleth of the fresh breeze wafting over a field of jasmine. Thy toes needeth not painting to be ornate, for they are of lotus purity. Thy socks are spotless, all the way up to the ankles I dare not view with mine eyes. Thy pillow, upon which thine holy appendages rest, is of the finest silk, for thy heels only. It shineth in the dark places and lifteth my heart to the heavens. Thy feet, thy feet....

My kingdom to slobber all over thy lotus feet forever!


5 Brighter than 1000 suns as seen through night vision goggles
4 As bright as the lights on Maharaji's jet
3 As bright as a 60 watt light bulb
2 As bright as a pile of burning ghi on a swinging arti tray
1 As bright as the inner light as seen by the third eye


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