So don't ask me about war, religion or god, love, sex or death
Well, there goes my question about my idea for a Teletubbies movie.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
billytea - Aug 15, 2005 5:07:00 pm PDT #6576 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Aims - Aug 15, 2005 5:09:44 pm PDT #6577 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Just back from hospital - Em's fever shot up to 103.3. She has a virus and the beginnings of an ear infection.
Sleep, I miss you so.............
Polter-Cow - Aug 15, 2005 5:10:30 pm PDT #6578 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Eep! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* for Emma!
vw bug - Aug 15, 2005 5:10:39 pm PDT #6579 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
{{{{Aimee and Em}}}} Poor both of you!
Ginger - Aug 15, 2005 5:11:50 pm PDT #6580 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Poor Em and poor sleep-deprived Aimee.
DavidS - Aug 15, 2005 5:14:55 pm PDT #6581 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Sleep, I miss you so.............
Aww, you poor kids. You know a Motrin and Benadryl cocktail will knock her ass out for about five hours. And it's completely safe.
brenda m - Aug 15, 2005 5:16:55 pm PDT #6582 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
There is literary precedent for that. Ahab says it about the whale: "He tasks me."
And it's in the sense of "he instructs me to do something" or something along those lines? Not "he burdens me"?
Anyway, I can no longer flinch at tasking when there are people in the world who say incent.
billytea - Aug 15, 2005 5:17:26 pm PDT #6583 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I hope Em feels better soon, Aimee.
Aims - Aug 15, 2005 5:19:56 pm PDT #6584 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Thanks guys.
David, I'm hoping the amox knocks her out. But, Joe's on Em-duty once he gets back from Rite-Aid.
Cashmere - Aug 15, 2005 5:20:56 pm PDT #6585 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Oh, Aimee. {{{{Em}}}} Poor thing! Poor you! I hope she's ok and you can get some rest.