Perfumes of Heaven and Hell

From: "Ron Iles" roniles at eircom.net> on 2001.04.28 at 13:49:12(6299) Good Morning Friends (Fiends?). Oh not another lot of verbage (not herbage) from Ireland. Where's the off switch? (Press delete but its still on Aroid L Archives, oh dear). On my knees to you again, I plead that purity and beauty shall prevail over wanton idolatry. I joined for that idealism and to travel for Spathiphyllum beyond where Man has gone before. Twas only a short while ago that I was impatient each morning to open overnight Aroid email . But now daily I am rudely awoken by stinkology, ten foot, nay eleven foot rampant Morphos, Yang in full shout. So, every morn, odours of decay and hell, panic for dustpan, disinfectant and furnace, need to scour inbox litter tray and clear the nose. The nausea mounts with each new sap exploding morning. Tis for me in guise of botany for the madding crowd, raw pornographic symbolism not blissful erotic sensuality . So, please AMPs to Horror Museums so that they cannot insidiously corrupt from their barbaric dark. Else, heaven forbid, every home will want one and thence will never be safe again. Exorcise the diabolic lusts and revere again the Yin. End the shaman pilgrimages to Tooting. Let the monstrous tubercles be devoured and cast upon the fire so that none are beguiled by those unholy disgusting monstrosities. I chump on my garlic furiously and trump.... Good people forsake thy nightmare idols and indulgencies and turn again to noble lovely Venus and Apollo. It is Heaven here. Over four hundred Peace Lily Spathes are awake. The simple grace and exquisite perfume are divine. Heavenly scent as of most delicate and beauteous woman, leafy forms exemplifying gracious and nubile femininity pervade the wonder of the radiant West Cork waterfront. No putrid AMPs or their kind can colonise safe in this balmy idyll. For harbouring such idolatry we would be at least spurned or for such witchcraft, most justly burned at the stake. Let us talk of fine and beautiful sights, of entrancing scents, of elegant simplicity. Let us revere the noble theatre not the ignoble colosseum of Nature. And frightened lonely Spathiphyllum of the World come to me and I will give you Joy. When if ever will Ye all identify thyselves. Collecting Spathiphyllum in the 21st Century isn't easy. If any of you answer I'll shut up, if not maybe I should pack up? Good morning all Ron Greenman

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