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Had to stick this up. Going through these old fic files is... amusing.

Random spammy paragraphs...

"John keeping sane is like a bastardisation of the Myth of Sisyphus. Of course, John's sanity is the rock that keeps rolling down the hill. Except with John, he pushes it to the top, it rolls back down, and it shatters."

He's always liked the rain. Oh, it's a cliche, certainly. The angsting hero always needs the soul-searing destructive power of the rain to cleanse his soul. And his soul, more than others, could certainly do with a spring cleaning. Cordy had once suggested Spik'n'Span. Most people don't think about the calming effects of a hundred thousands tons of water sluicing over your body in particle-droplet form. Or maybe they're too uptight to understand why Gene Kelly loved it.

Creegan/Taylor:
"I did once want to be a baker."
"You can't even cook."
"How do you know?"
"Well--"
"Dinner. Tonight. My flat."
"Maybe."

Also, have found some strange original stuff I don't remember writing. Or, I remember it vaguely, but have *no* clue where it was going...

And bad limericks.

There once was a merc named Dom
Who was lucky a lot with aplomb
She knew a Messiah
Who thought she was fine-ah
He tended to blow her up with a bomb

And Buffy: the Musical! (never to be finished) leaves me with these immortal lines...

ANGEL
Angst
It's what I'm here for
Angst
It's my modus operandi
Angst
It's my immortal forte
Angst
I can't stop doing it

....hrm. Not giving up my day job.

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