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'
Lost 2: Tied to a Tree in a Jungle of Mystery
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quester - Jan 11, 2006 4:36:12 pm PST #636 of 5968
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
DXMachina - Jan 11, 2006 4:36:27 pm PST #637 of 5968
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Huh.
(and that's cool, Laura)
Laura - Jan 11, 2006 4:36:38 pm PST #638 of 5968
Our wings are not tired.
Excellent. Just like happened to Locke.
Zenkitty - Jan 11, 2006 4:37:00 pm PST #639 of 5968
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
THAT was not a psychological experiment, yo.
DXMachina - Jan 11, 2006 4:37:03 pm PST #640 of 5968
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Holy Smoke!
Pretty much.
Anne W. - Jan 11, 2006 4:37:11 pm PST #641 of 5968
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Okay, that was freaky.
DCJensen - Jan 11, 2006 4:37:50 pm PST #642 of 5968
All is well that ends in pizza.
Well, Eko is the tailies Locke.
DXMachina - Jan 11, 2006 4:38:51 pm PST #643 of 5968
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
We seem to have drifted over into the realm of intelligent design.
Laura - Jan 11, 2006 4:39:19 pm PST #644 of 5968
Our wings are not tired.
The Chosen One. Charlie's gonna respect Eko now.
quester - Jan 11, 2006 4:49:31 pm PST #645 of 5968
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Oh that was sad. Poor Yemi.