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psuedonym777
Jan. 11th, 2006 02:06 am (UTC)
Seconded.... What the?
paradigmshifty
Jan. 11th, 2006 02:14 am (UTC)
Nobody ever said that religion - any religion - had to make sense... In fact I think it's actually a benefit to it if it doesn't.
mareth_redorb
Jan. 11th, 2006 02:21 am (UTC)
Remember, if it's seems like you're enjoying it, it's obviously bad for you!

Of course, it also depends on their definition of nudity. A pair of socks can happily prevent you from being naked during intercourse and will not interfere (unless of course you're a foot fetishist, although according to that article, that's fine).
gomino
Jan. 11th, 2006 04:40 am (UTC)
I think they cater for the foot fetishists as they seem quite specific on the use of blankets to cover all-encompassing nudity. Socks, I'm afraid, are right out
mareth_redorb
Jan. 11th, 2006 04:44 am (UTC)
Damn, you're right. I suppose this would also preclude the wearing of hats then?
halloranelder
Jan. 11th, 2006 05:29 am (UTC)
Depends on where you're wearing it.
mareth_redorb
Jan. 11th, 2006 09:02 pm (UTC)
Good point.
the_metatron
Jan. 11th, 2006 02:58 am (UTC)
O K

That's... odd
chaobell
Jan. 11th, 2006 03:05 am (UTC)
See icon, for I have no words of my own.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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