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 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Frankenbuddha - Dec 11, 2007 10:25:42 am PST #7925 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

{{{Nora}}} - I'm very sorry to hear another tragedy playing out for your family.


omnis_audis - Dec 11, 2007 10:26:26 am PST #7926 of 10002
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

The jazz renditions of classic Christmas songs by the Vince Guaraldi Trio from the Charlie Brown special always make me smile.
Ditto Daniel. Love that soundtrack. Always high on the list for xmas play.

Nora, words can not do justice. Lots of comfort~ma for you and your family.

Last night I dreamt about a new kink. At least I think it was new. Now I'm scared to look it up and find out it's real though part of me would be surprised to find out it wasn't.
Um, so? What was it?


Pix - Dec 11, 2007 10:27:28 am PST #7927 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Ditto Daniel. Love that soundtrack. Always high on the list for xmas play.
Me too!!


Laga - Dec 11, 2007 10:35:04 am PST #7928 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Um, so? What was it?

It's funny, inside the dream the details were very specific. Now that I haven't thought about it for a while it's a lot fuzzier. The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.


Steph L. - Dec 11, 2007 10:36:17 am PST #7929 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Last night I dreamt about a new kink. At least I think it was new.

The Boy and I had the following conversation last night (we weren't doing anything prurient at the time):

Me: My feet are cold; maybe, since I just took off my boots, my socks are slightly sweaty and therefore damp.
The Boy: Uh-huh.
Me: I'll take off my socks! Because if they're damp, they would be getting cold in the ambient temperature.
The Boy: Uh-huh.
Me: t takes off socks, checks to see if they're damp
Me: t sniffs own socks, repeatedly
Me: Surely there's someone out there whose fetish is smelling his or her OWN socks!
The Boy: ....
Me: Well, there MUST be!
The Boy: Is it YOU?!?

(No, it isn't.)


Laga - Dec 11, 2007 10:37:13 am PST #7930 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Is it YOU?!?

I swear I have never looked upon a coin with lust in my heart


Frankenbuddha - Dec 11, 2007 10:38:01 am PST #7931 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

I'm suddenly flashing on Kevin Kline in A FISH CALLED WANDA smelling his own armpits.


lisah - Dec 11, 2007 10:46:09 am PST #7932 of 10002
Punishingly Intricate

The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.

this seems very realistic.


omnis_audis - Dec 11, 2007 10:48:15 am PST #7933 of 10002
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.
reminds me of the bad Visa "everywhere you want to be" spoof commercial. Lets just say it was set in a strip joint, and leave it at that.


Frankenbuddha - Dec 11, 2007 10:50:37 am PST #7934 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.

I think that's a stage show in Bangkok (and was there ever a city with a more inadvertantly perfect yet unfortunate name).