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[bubosquared]

As promised, a random qoute from the S&N novelisation:

They dragged eachother onto the bed, though Sid was the more weary. His eyes closed as he drew nancy to him, resting his head against the curve of her neck. He only wanted peace now, peace and sleep and oblivion, and even death could wait for that.

Comments

Hear that whirring sound?

[sorchar.livejournal.com]

That's Sid and Nancy spinning in their respective graves.

Re: Hear that whirring sound?

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

's kinda hard when you're cremated, lu. *giggle* But. Yes. With the. Argh!

Re: Hear that whirring sound?

[sorchar.livejournal.com]

Hey, then, what it is, is each little individual particle of ash, spinning at a rate that would burn the eyebrows off an orangutan.

[silviakundera.livejournal.com]

Oh jeez.

well.

[lucylooo.livejournal.com]

fuck me. I've read cereal boxes with more scintillating prose.

[arami.livejournal.com]

::bleh::
That sound you hear is me, hurling over this drek. Geez that's just... bleh.

Gah.

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Eeew. That may be one of the worst I've read. (and next to the Nazi werewolf book, that's saying something.)