Is the hammer down on this thread yet?
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 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
billytea - May 21, 2008 5:56:09 pm PDT #9998 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Hil R. - May 21, 2008 5:58:12 pm PDT #9999 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Not quite.
Laura - May 21, 2008 5:58:56 pm PDT #10000 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Now!
P.M. Marc - May 21, 2008 7:14:58 pm PDT #10001 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
This thread is done. Head over to megan walker "Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness" May 21, 2008 9:13:40 pm PDT and carry on my wayward sons.