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Hello, yes, liaschizo here. I think it's important to identify and respect the streamer for what they are in fact, a living human sacrifice. There are potentialities that can not be achieved without total commitment as has been noted "There are questions which, once approached, either isolate you or kill you outright." I think in the realm of Lia this much is self evident as the early proposal of questions inevitably taint and transform the inquirer in such a way that an indelible mark is left upon them that can not be hidden behind any show of misdirection. There is of course, in these women in particular and perhaps as their most endearing trait, the desire to please and be recognized for not only their capacity to do so but their inherent good natured essence to pursue the pleasure of others. These are where the sacrifices run most pure. There is the errant set of circumstances that set an unworthy sacrifice into a position of prominence, someone who does it for their own self satisfaction or pursuit of excellence as is the case with a particular yellow woman or the bumbling naturally predator co-opting of the position by the hunting cat in soft rabbits clothing that is some adjacent companies but the purest expression will always reside within the desperate plea of those broken beyond the control of their own circumstances. In these individuals I think we see the proper transmogrification of clay into mana the elevation of that which has no proper place to call it's own being given the opportunity to mature and coalesce into the depravity that can only be expected of such finely isolated and cultured experiences. In the donning of the hyper real and the allowance of bleeding over into one's life to better suit the performance we see the ritual of symbolic human sacrifice manifest. Lia as meat and excretions and the desperate ordering of circumstance that has lead to the formation of who she perceives herself to be could never maintain the raw alchemical purity of Lia shattered into a million fragments and stretched out across the digital alter of the chuuba. Would you deny a woman like Lia the opportunity to deliver to you her still beating heart torn asunder from her splintered ribcage? A beautiful gesture to be sure and elevated in it's beauty by the finality and limited window of appreciation but by this medium you are given the opportunity to see the temple prophets devise ever elaborate and engaging mechanisms of delivery to show off the slick, hot, red trembling muscle of Lia gushing and spasming and contracting more Im Lia and Lia and Lia spilling down the intricately carved gutters and into the cables to be directly uploaded to your brains and through this alchemical expression of precious metals, and electricity, and heat, and flesh, and fluid Lia rings from herself another drop of Lia to slake a thirst only Lia can quell or paradoxically create in the first place. Dry throats and upturned lips to Lia laid out on her alter in her raiment ready to be sacrificed and reborn again for the spectacle and witnessing of her Likers. Lia was slated for this well before she ever knew what the consequences of those things out of her control could ever be so how could she ever do anything other than turn fully in and embrace the malware if not for herself than for you, gentle Operator?
