Oh, Connie. {{{{{Connie}}}}}
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 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Spidra Webster - Dec 30, 2010 11:13:01 am PST #12004 of 30000
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
tommyrot - Dec 30, 2010 11:18:32 am PST #12005 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
{{{Connie}}}
-t - Dec 30, 2010 11:19:55 am PST #12006 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
{{{Connie}}}
Cashmere - Dec 30, 2010 11:20:04 am PST #12007 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Connie, much sympathy to you and yours.
lisah - Dec 30, 2010 11:20:04 am PST #12008 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate
So sorry for your loss, Connie.
Calli - Dec 30, 2010 11:22:13 am PST #12009 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Connie.
beth b - Dec 30, 2010 11:27:27 am PST #12010 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I 'm sorry Connie
Liese S. - Dec 30, 2010 11:27:57 am PST #12011 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Condolences, Connie.
amych - Dec 30, 2010 11:30:51 am PST #12012 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Connie, I'm so sorry - condolences to your whole family and everyone else who loved her.
Daisy Jane - Dec 30, 2010 11:31:33 am PST #12013 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I'm so sorry, Connie.