Rissasarus

I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.

19 years old

New York

Female

Introduction;

The name is Marissa JoAnne, turning 18 next month, completely adores poetry and hot tea, and detests the phrase 'best friend'. Loves her German Shepard more than life, has a low-key life and a mild temper. Tries to avoid cursing and reads way too much Yevtushenko. Dresses like she's from the 50's and wears chains on her glasses. Is a recovered 'Goth Kid', and a self-professed bibliophile. Needs sleeps aids and writes constantly, she is a dreamer, a fighter, and a romanticist.

"I will go directly to her home, ring the bell, and walk in. Here I am, take me-or stab me to death. Stab the heart, stab the brains, stab the lungs, the kidneys, the viscera, the eyes, the ears. If only one organ be left alive you are doomed-doomed to be mine, forever, in this world and the next and all the worlds to come. I'm a desperado of love, a scalper, a slayer. I'm insatiable. I eat hair, dirty wax, dry blood clots, anything and everything you call yours. Show me your father, with his kites, his race horses, his free passes for the opera: I will eat them all, swallow them alive. Where is the chair you sit in, where is your favorite comb, your toothbrush, your nail file? Trot them out that I may devour them at one gulp. You have a sister more beautiful than yourself, you say. Show her to me-I want to lick the flesh from her bones." Sexus; Henry Miller.