ext_7189: (lissla)
Joy ([identity profile] tkp.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] lettered 2005-11-16 08:22 am (UTC)

I . . . you . . . you rock. My world. *hugs you madly*

*doesn't let you go*

Jeesh, your weave is dense.

There were some other themes/concepts/etc I wanted to throw in there, but it's my secret belief that only Pynchon could pull it off. Besides, if I'd've know what "vagina dentata" was when I was writing this, I'd've gone pyscho. (I do now. I had to look it up. Yeah, I kind of don't know what I'm doing most of the time.)

That ragged red portal into the Quor'toth is now looking suspiciously ... orifice-like. Dress the boy in strange clothes and rape him.

You=genius. There were things I wanted to get to with the last third of this fic, about Angel and Connor, but then I started thinking about Spike and confused myself up the whazoo. It would have been nice to expand on this a little more. Also:

Angel's dagger in Home-->Penetration

You=genius^2. I didn't think of it that way.

I'm still reeling.

I'm glad. I seriously believe Dru could hold it all in her mind at once, which made this seriously difficult to write, and you don't know how awesome it is to have someone appreciate what I was trying to do with it as you have.

*still hasn't let you go*

Post a comment in response:

If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting