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'


Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.

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Pix - Oct 03, 2011 7:33:05 pm PDT #29998 of 30001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Almost there...


JenP - Oct 03, 2011 7:33:07 pm PDT #29999 of 30001

Are we done yet?


Pix - Oct 03, 2011 7:33:12 pm PDT #30000 of 30001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Last?

ETA: WOOT! That’s a first for me.


Liese S. - Oct 03, 2011 8:16:08 pm PDT #30001 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Okay, okay, already! "Natter 69: Practically names itself."


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