Can I slut?
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 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
SailAweigh - Jun 15, 2006 11:23:47 am PDT #10000 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Atropa - Jun 15, 2006 11:23:52 am PDT #10001 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
She should totally do that for Halloween one year. People would flip. out.
Bah. Don't wanna. Halloween is for dressing up even FANCIER. Possibly with wings or fangs.
Liese S. - Jun 15, 2006 12:20:37 pm PDT #10002 of 10002
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."