Asia Kindred Moore's Profile
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I’m tired of hooliganry being snuffed out with all this technology and false entertainment. I dream of a time when my trickster-hooligan-wild-self can be free to manifest shenanigans and entice inner-anarchy within the masses.
I want to dance primally with deafening thunder and lightening blinding me catching the glimmer of my eyes.
I want flirtatious hooliganry.
To thrust my hands into the soil. Yes, bloody wounds and all.
Feathers and leather and lace.
I want a garden forever and her face in every flower I have grown.
I will swim naked in the river goddamn it.
Bones and fur, teeth and ears.
- Born on March 13
- Joined December 7, 2010