I like Ginger's suggestion, Unquiet Grave,
this
Xander: Hey, Red. What you got in the basket, little girl? Buffy: Weapons.
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hippocampus - Mar 20, 2008 1:57:43 pm PDT #9936 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
JZ - Mar 20, 2008 2:07:04 pm PDT #9937 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Sail, that's a gorgeous couplet. The only shooting-down I can possibly think of is that Peter S. Beagle already wrote a supernatural/beyond the grave romance called A Fine and Private Place, but it's a pretty long poem and a pretty great novel, so (a) there may be other title-worthy lines, and (b) Amy may be already planning on nodding to Beagle anyway... which makes for a spectacular failure of down-shooting.
Ginger - Mar 20, 2008 3:48:17 pm PDT #9938 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Sail, it reminded me of "To His Coy Mistress" as well, but it has been heavily mined for titles. I played with the idea of something from the last two lines:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Something like "Make Our Sun Stand Still."
I don't think my favorite lines, the twist the metaphysical poets so loved, would be appropriate.
"[T]hen worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
Laga - Mar 20, 2008 3:51:14 pm PDT #9939 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
ooh how about Worms Shall Try
javachik - Mar 20, 2008 4:17:18 pm PDT #9940 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Sigh.
Peter S. Beagle changed my life with his thin little book about driving mopeds across the States.
SailAweigh - Mar 20, 2008 4:57:57 pm PDT #9941 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Ginger, I thought about those lines, too!
Dusty Virginity
Wormy Lust
Lust to Dust
Amy - Mar 20, 2008 5:28:42 pm PDT #9942 of 10001
Because books.
Lust to Dust! Bwah!
I think (I *think*) I'm going to be a total rebel and call it COLD KISS. My critique group tonight did that collective "ooooh" when I suggested it.
sj - Mar 20, 2008 5:34:09 pm PDT #9943 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
COLD KISS
I like this one.
Ginger - Mar 20, 2008 6:05:19 pm PDT #9944 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
If we're going to go that route...
Icy Grasp; Dead Hand; Grave Accent; A Grave Matter; Shallow Grave; Cold Feet; Heartless ("taken literally, incredibly gross"); Cold, Cold Heart; In Cold Blood; Deathless Prose; Deathless Love; Frozen Smile; Deadly Sins
Lee - Mar 23, 2008 5:43:35 am PDT #9945 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
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