Just like honey.
I'll be your plastic toy.
Will you persist even after I bet you a billion dollars that I'll never love you
Spike: I'm not a monster. Xander: Yes! You are a monster. Vampires are monsters! They make monster movies about them! Spike: Well, yeah. Got me there.
'Dirty Girls'
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
JohnSweden - Jun 08, 2005 11:22:38 am PDT #8906 of 10003
I can't even.
Steph L. - Jun 08, 2005 11:24:27 am PDT #8907 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Will you persist even after I bet you a billion dollars that I'll never love you
I'm the man who murdered love.
Glamcookie - Jun 08, 2005 11:26:22 am PDT #8908 of 10003
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
The man who sold the world...
DavidS - Jun 08, 2005 11:27:44 am PDT #8909 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Senorita, I feel for you.
I feel love.
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::another cool book tidbit::
The most effortless composition to come out of the Grady Avenue time was “In The Aeroplane Over The Sea”—which Jeff’s friends all refer to as “Beautiful Face.” The song was written on an especially happy early Spring day, just after the Grady house came together and very soon after Jeff and Laura became a couple. They found themselves out in the back yard, some of them on MDMA, lying on their backs in the sunshine watching the trees moving like big lungs. Suddenly Jeff exclaimed, “I got a song in my head!” and ran inside. Soon they could all hear him singing in the bathroom, the song taking its final shape as they listened.
Steph L. - Jun 08, 2005 11:37:26 am PDT #8910 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
I feel love.
Sapphire bullets of pure love.
DavidS - Jun 08, 2005 11:38:02 am PDT #8911 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Sapphire bullets of pure love.
Love hurts!
msbelle - Jun 08, 2005 11:39:35 am PDT #8912 of 10003
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
That will bring us together
Steph L. - Jun 08, 2005 11:39:52 am PDT #8913 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Love hurts!
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly.
DavidS - Jun 08, 2005 11:40:59 am PDT #8914 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly.
Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather.
Alicia K - Jun 08, 2005 11:42:39 am PDT #8915 of 10003
Uncertainty could be our guiding light.
Hand me my leather!