| Betsy Hanes Perry.
First I left Buffy.
Then I fired all my helpers.
So lonely. Not fair.
McCarthy was bad.
Paranoia, even worse.
Thank God he lacked mousse.
I bolted the door.
Next I set them both on fire.
Now that's atonement!
Note to self: Next time
Skip crab puffs and hired waiters.
Rent crossbows instead.
Stakes, rebar, guns, swords.
Why is it always my gut?
Head wounds heal faster.
Somewhere in LA
Tim Minear must be moaning
"More haiku? God, why?"
Beware vampire jokes
"The dark tones bring out your eyes"
Two centuries black.
I reached for the mousse
Got the peroxide instead.
Don't try this at home.
He's evil. He's dead.
Why do I take his advice?
We're two of a kind.
Darla, Drusilla.
Then Lindsey, Lilah, Holland.
Next: everyone rhymes.
Purple neck flowers?
Even the homeless kids
Aren't quite that desp'rate.
Problem of evil:
How can I have my vengeance
Yet remain righteous?
The Powers That Be
(If you want my opinion)
Got 'splainin' to do.
Smokers are evil
Leather pants are evil, too
Buffy: Rock Star Slayer.
Madrigal Costello
Lindsey's right hand gone
His doll arm broken also
What now? Evil spork?
Stephanie A. Johnson
I sit. And I brood.
There is no peace for my soul
But damn, I am hot.
Angel turns to dark
Ministers of Grace alone
Will they survive it?
David J. Schwartz
For the Host:
Gay or straight or bi?
Green goes well with anyone
Who carries a tune.
Wesley Wyndham Price
Incompetent Watcher or
Rogue Demon Hunter?
Darla, Drusilla
Nosfer-hotties in my town
Burn, my lovelies, burn
Loaded down with pills
Broadcasting to the machine
Angel, you bastard
David Nabbit gone
Painful stereotyping
Don't bring him back, please
A slow ride to "hell"
With elevator music
And chipper Holland
The love triangle
Lindsey, Darla and Angel
Let's all get naked
Lindsey the cipher
Is he bad or isn't he?
He feels dirty
Cellar massacre
Why spare Lilah and Lindsey?
Alliteration
You keep hurting me
And yet I can't stop watching
Spank me 'til Tuesday
Emily S.
Don't let vampires in!
"Darla, Dru, come in, you two!"
Don't let what now? thump
Hil R.
I killed my sire once.
Now she's in my hotel room.
"Do you feel the cold?"
Sheets are blue, not red
Think it's perfect happiness?
Not while he's brooding.
Telekinesis
Power to move things. Angel
Is a bit impaled.
Shot by zombie cops
Wesley's hurt, but still has pulse
Only mostly dead
I need the whirlwind.
You wouldn't kill a baby.
Some vampire you are.
Girlfriend's dumping him
Physics guy has solution
Infinite orgasm
Tim said Holland's dead.
But he keeps getting more scenes.
Is there hope for Doyle?
William and Liam
Willie's Bar, Billy Fordham
Sensing a pattern?
Mike Brady
Angel despite dark style
Is a bright spot for WB net
Better than Popstars
Penny B.
Soul, schmoul, who needs it?
Besides, it's really cold out.
I want my mommy.
ita
Ode to Gunn:
Oh this shirt itches me so
I must take it off
And get Wesley a doctor
Oh, I touch myself
In front of the caméra
Genitalia
I am a dead man
Yes, deader than a dead thing
Let us take a ride.
Small blondes, superstrong
Always make me lose my soul
From now on -- Lindsey.
DXMachina
Tim Minear visits
Everyone tries to impress
The Senior Partner.
Jesse Heggert
Apocolypse now?
Angel can not save the world.
He's busy brooding.
Multicultural
Gunn, Cordelia, Wesley
Down with the homies
Darla, Dru, Angel
Back together again, but
Where's Dru's little Spoike?
To honor the pow'rs
Buffistas write poetry
Is it any good?
Wesley is pretty
But Angel knows how it is
Lindsey wants him bad.
Naked, gay, naked
Gay, naked, gay, naked, gay
Our priorities.
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