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Libertine

I am a death machine. Are you a death machine, too?

About Me

"He was an embittered atheist, the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him." -George Orwell. I'm Lianna. I try to keep myself amused with a vast variety of uncommon and esoteric activities. I believe in mankind's inherant and limitless capacity for evil, but also people's individual beauty. Given the chance, I WILL perform surgery on you. Its not a fetish, just a fascination. I don't like ambiguity; but I do like androgyny. I am a huge nerd, despite misleading appearances. I read too much for my own good, and never write enough.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Those that lie outside of borders. Junkies with souls and jagged holes. Losers and liars and magic bean buyers. Crisp caravans of carniverous cunts. The intelligent wretches of outcast society. Can you interest me?

My Blog

Decrescendo

I knew this day would comeThe day my face faded from Xerox to vellumThe day my voice trickled off into barely audible tremoloAn afterthought, a baroque echoThe day my lips crumbled like attic rose pet...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 22:04:00 GMT

Good Morning Lover

Good morning, sirYou stroll up to the register, tie skewed to the rightOrder the large coffee, I give it to you for freeIt's nothing, I sayEyes cast demurely to the floorYou say Thanks, my name soft i...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 12:39:00 GMT

Want

His youthful face belies a grace that blooms behind his pupils, between his teeth, down his throat and through his spinal chord. An elegance that smells of orchids, white with purple throats, long bro...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 08:16:00 GMT

Imagination Call Girl

I don't want to be your goddessI want to be your centerfoldWhen your eyes project furtive filmsInside your lidsI want to be the girl you watchWith the the wicked smileAnd torn fishnetsPouting scarlet ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 08:02:00 GMT

Your Back

I wish I could tell you that I know youYour twisted wrists, Bent downward from the knots you place around themI know the salted grooves dug deep into your cheeksI know the words you whisper when the d...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 16:57:00 GMT

Mother: Yesteryear

My mother sold anarchist magazines on the street corner when her wild brown hair reached her waist. When rebellion meant leather sandals, sitting on and smoking grass, cardboard signs, silver bangles,...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 23:11:00 GMT

Misconceptions

Misconceptions maligns the eyes of Those who watch asI beat myself bloodyWhile they see woundsTorn skin and scalpSharp bones protruding from pulverized meatI feel the scars Tougher than virgin tissueI...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 22:57:00 GMT

Breath Words

Breath wordsCurl Round my bodyHer lips shape unhappy silkGathers my frame of mindTo couch her oil painting imagesEyes gaze golden glowsBath my wretched thoughts in Lyrical wings Beat my body back to o...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 21:24:00 GMT

Pearls

See this necklace round my neck?These are pearls.Pearls of pain, and memories.Iridescent globes of irritants that brewed and grew under my skinDefied reasonAnd became luminescent trophies to heartache...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 21:21:00 GMT

Lust vs. Nothing

Liquor tastes like burning plastic, melts my tongue into bitter disappointment. No matter how many mouths I taste, the flavor is still the same. With no faith in body and no hope for minds,I sell my f...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 21:18:00 GMT