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 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
Cashmere - Jul 24, 2007 5:59:06 pm PDT #7856 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Ailleann - Jul 24, 2007 6:03:15 pm PDT #7857 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Dang, Cash! Adorable!
SailAweigh - Jul 24, 2007 6:04:24 pm PDT #7858 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
That cut looks great on you! I love the color, too.
Cashmere - Jul 24, 2007 6:06:37 pm PDT #7859 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Thanks, guys! You guys can always deal a death blow to low self-esteem.
Aims - Jul 24, 2007 6:27:28 pm PDT #7860 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Eff you, low self esteem!
Now unhand our Cashmere, for LO! She is too beautiful to have dealings with such a scourge as thee!!!
Aims - Jul 24, 2007 6:27:30 pm PDT #7861 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Eff you, low self esteem!
Now unhand our Cashmere, for LO! She is too beautiful to have dealings with such a scourge as thee!!!
Pix - Jul 24, 2007 6:28:13 pm PDT #7862 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Cash, that cut is gaw-jus!
Anne W. - Jul 24, 2007 6:28:46 pm PDT #7863 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Beeeyoootiful cut and photographs, Cash!
Aimee, insent.
Aims - Jul 24, 2007 6:29:34 pm PDT #7864 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Received! Thank you love.
P.M. Marc - Jul 24, 2007 6:48:40 pm PDT #7865 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
Cash, you look fanTASTIC.