Work-ennui free verse - the new haiku.
I think I had too much coffee this morning. I have a headache and I feel queasy.
I think you were at work way too early.
Early: So is it still her room when it's empty? Does the room, the thing, have purpose? Or do we -- what's the word? Simon: I really can't help you. Early: The plan is to take your sister. Get the reward, which is substantial. 'Imbue.' That's the word.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Volans - Sep 01, 2005 7:59:57 am PDT #9998 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Steph L. - Sep 01, 2005 8:00:07 am PDT #9999 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Spiders killed the thread.
§ ita § - Sep 01, 2005 8:00:23 am PDT #10000 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I wish I could share my spider ignoration. There was one that lived in my bathroom and kept ending up on my bathrobe, and I'd shake it onto the floor every time I found it. I'm assuming it was always the same one, but it died in a cleaning accident a few days ago.
DXMachina - Sep 01, 2005 8:06:52 am PDT #10001 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Yadda, yadda, this thread is closed. Continue bitching over here:
"Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!" Sep 1, 2005 10:06:29 am PDT