Bless me, LJ, for I have sinned. It has been thirty-six days since my last Spaiku post. Grant me absolution, and I will vow to post a weekly batch henceforth. Onward! Another interlude wherein Spike and Buffy Bicker at the Bronze--this time about vampirism as a profound existential experience--before the continuation of Spike's completely truthful reminiscences to her about the good old days. ;) BtVS, S5, G. Previous parts here. Thanks to the mister for having Beta Lunch with me.
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I.
Mutters, affronted—
traded up on the food chain!
Girl has no idea.
II.
Trade a faded life
for radiant living death?
No contest, Summers.
III.
It’s transmutation:
a revamping, if you will.
S’not about diet.
IV.
Smokes, chalks a cue with
infuriating smugness;
eyeballs his next shot.
V.
Persona in place,
picks up the thread of his tale . . .
embroiders the past.
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I.
Mutters, affronted—
traded up on the food chain!
Girl has no idea.
II.
Trade a faded life
for radiant living death?
No contest, Summers.
III.
It’s transmutation:
a revamping, if you will.
S’not about diet.
IV.
Smokes, chalks a cue with
infuriating smugness;
eyeballs his next shot.
V.
Persona in place,
picks up the thread of his tale . . .
embroiders the past.
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