Suela, you
asked
for the whips and chains. Or anyway, you graduated to them before I got my hands on you. And, um, do I recall the joys of machetes?
...for the record, I actually
like
adjectives and would never snuff them out ruthlessly. Burrell, if you can put one word in front of another, and not in that Yoda way, you have nothing to fear from me.
mmmm, machetes.
No, I was referring to all the evil physical symptoms you came up with, and the explicit discussion of what prolonged torture would actually do to someone. You're all about the physical effects, hon.
I admit to being pretty hard on adjectives and adverbs, though.
Well, well, realism!
I'm all about the realism, except when I can't be bothered to look stuff up.
Which is never, I swear!
tomorrow I see Secretary with Ellen and then my brain will be full of James Spader.
Betcha your brain is full of Maggie Gyllenhaal. She is just *luminous.* Kinda bumped Spader right off my radar.
Y'all did read the corpse!fic, right? Right? Excellent story, I thought, and great Mal-voice.
Wait, which one was this? Link?
Aww. Frell. Was going to see either
Secretary
or
Spirited Away
tonight, and didn't leave in time for either one. Silly writing.
And tomorrow, date.
I'm sorry, tomorrow WHAT?!?