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jesus walking near the water
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"wandering around wasting wanderlust
coming to a couch near you!"
More about Moira
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Occupation:
biophylliac
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Affiliations:
el nahual
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Hobbies and Interests:
riding bikes, climbing trees, the omni, dancing, swimming with goggles, the ocean, making people laugh, laughing, taking pictures of the sky, people watching, pipe dreams, synchonicity, sarcasm, abusive use of psychobabble, coast to coast radio show, dramatic irony
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Favorite Books:
the natural history of the senses, my pocket dictionary
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Favorite Movies:
Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf?, Paris, Texas, The Warriors, The Seventh Seal, Dreams, Cool Hand Luke, Return to Oz, Labrynth
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Favorite Music:
gabe boyer, television, velvet underground, this bike is a pipe bomb, karate, godspeed, pavement, modern lovers, thequeers, theviolent femmes, neil young, bob dylan, anything i can shake my ass to or my friends can play on guitar
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Favorite TV Shows:
AquaTeen HungerForce, any PBS or Frontline special documentary, Mr Show(thanks steph)
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About Me:
wandering around wasting wanderlust
coming to a couch near you!
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Who I Want to Meet:
mayans, i have some questions
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1920. roughly.
dude, when the fuck are we hangin out?
what the hell you been up to?
girl will string you up and cut you
down faster than you can scream "No
don't stop!" Fo'sheezy! You know it,
fools. And if you try and walk away,
you'll catch a whack to the back before
you can crack a jack! And i mean for
real. Peace to Moira. Raise the Moira.
Lock and load, pop a Moira in your tet,
I'm standin on the street corner
guzzlin Moira and tonic, yo! My fingers
can weigh out a gram of Moira before
you got a chance to whip out your
Moira, Moira! Sheeit.
tour and be rockstars. She better
hurry it up, because I already got a
pair of sunglasses and asked my mom if
I could borrow the car....
listened to...)the drama of the Vieux
Fort wild dogs unfold from the balconey.
LAter, we passed notes on the bus.
like a maniac to violent femmes and
jonathon richman at 3am in the
kitchen. She doesn't light things on
fire, but she is still the GREATEST
random person I ever lived with.
on her face... what can i say? no
one else understands my desire to have
a house like a flea market... that
used is better than new... that dirty
boys are better than clean ones...
that chinatown is really where it's
AT...
radest chica...