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Name: Liana
Birthday: 5/29/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Anything interesting.
Metal [Music]
Guitars [Lead, Bass]
Drums
Things that explode
Blood
Vampyrism
Vampyres
Black
Candles
Incense
Poetry
Music
Psychopathic Killers
Murder
Manipulation
Psychology
Sociology
The Occult
New Orleans
Whips
Chains
Sadism
Knives
Swords
Lighters
Alice in Wonderland
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
From Hell
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Transvestites
Velvet [Dark purple, Dark red, Dark blue]
Rings
Bullets
Necklaces
Silver
Italy
Traveling
Reading
Writing
Drawing
Art in general
Northern Renaissance
The Baroque Age
Philosophy
Existentialism
Sarte
Neitzche
Simon de Bevoir
Samuel Beckette
Albert Camus
Anne Rice
Stephan King
Jack the Ripper
Theology
The idea of "good" and "evil"
Consciousness
Interpretation
Abstractions
Online Journals [Livejournal]
Web design
Photography
Making new creations [various]
Peircings
Tattoos
Body modification
Mutilation
Depression
Purgatory
The idea of Hell
The Divine
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  grrarrgmwhaha
MSN: lilimichelle
ICQ:  If you rape a prostitute, it's called 'Shop Lifting'
Yahoo:  worminfestedsuicide
Member Since:
7/10/2005
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| I still will use this xanga, but I also have a new, kicker asser one: Shitty_Kiddie_Gang_Bang.
Check it out, fuckshits. | | |
| Just kidding ... She showed me how to fix it ( Even though we were both confused as hell ). Well, at least I now have 2 really cool xanga sites. Woo hoo ... go me ...
:D
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"Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak anmd want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula "
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| Too much stuff happened, I don't feel like going in detail ...
In other news ... On September 29 Jose' ( my boss ) said he is going to give me a raise. Woo hoo. That makes me happy. Hugo is starting to work there on monday, and daemon and chris have already hopped on the arby's filled train straight to hell. Oh well ...
Randy is living with me. My mom said one month to start out with, and we will go from there. It's so cool, because now I don't have to drive a whole bunch of places just to be with him and I get to borrow his bass! Woo hoo! It tis tres tres cool and thrice exciting.
[[ Edit ]] Cody says that there is a show in a couple of weeks where none were found is playing and the old guitarist from The Misfits will be there! That's so fucking awesome. Everybody should go, and if you don't like that kind of music ...well, ummm... go listen to what you want then, I guess.
Later my little bummet fucks | | |
| I'm just another nameless face in The Book
Pass me and know not what I am
Look around me, who's that disturbance there
Take her out of her misery
Crumbling while trying to build her up
Watch her tears wash all the progress away
God damned her the moment she woke up
Take her out of her misery
And I'm so hopeless in my hopeful search
Children cry in their mother's arms
Nothing exists quite like before
Red roses are our enemies
She is nothing to the higher good
Just a footstep of the past
Take her out into your pasteur of shit
Take her out of her misery
Misery
Misery
Misery
Enemy
Enemy
In me ... | | |
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