Val- I’m On Bourbon– (acheron) I Will

Next Time I’ll Just Send The Three Of You E-mails. What Was I Thinking When I Decided To Have This Meeting? (acheron) Oh, I Know. That Men Who Are A Couple Of Thousand Years Old Could Actually Behave Like Grownups? (nick) (zarek Elbowed Nick In The Stomach.) Oops. Involuntary Arm Spasm. (zarek)

Yeah, You Were Doing A Real Bang-up Job Of It. I Particularly Liked The Way You Were Bruising His Fists With Your Face. A Few Minutes More And I’m Sure Your Heart Would Have Been On The Attack...after It Was Ripped From Your Chest. (kat)

Law Of The Jungle. The Betrayee Gets To Eat The Betrayer. --dante Pontis

There Is No Magic In Words.

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)