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Lora

I am here for Friends

About Me

I am the crazy fool you meet on the road, the one who becomes a fond memory you hold with you, for it is unlikely you will see me again soon. But, you may. ;)
I prefer to camp and run around the wilderness, a wanderer by nature. Dirt under my nails deeply satisfies, it's painful to wear shoes. I happen from state to state, month by month. Yes, my home is in Washington right now, but will I be here next week? Hard to tell, hard to tell...one day I may show up in your neighborhood.After living in Queens and Manhattan for a year and a half, I became accustomed to life in the city. A concrete jungle, but an adventure nonetheless. I drink too much, and enjoy fueling the party from behind the bar.I am blissfully aware of many unique souls. My favorite color is pink, which may be uncharacteristic of my personality, yet true regardless. It's that inner princess, or bitch, or both. I love romance and lilies, live for the day, time travel at night, and revel in mischief and magic. This observation car bliss-gypsy eats apple sauce out of coffee cups as I press my bare feet against whichever surface happens to lie before me.Several know me as Tinkerbell. Nicknames are surprisingly abundant. I will not even list them, but understand that dirty hippie is NOT one of them. Goofs for friends, I talk to bugs and branches. I want to die mysteriously.My family is incredible, yet rarely we speak. This is my family, the first pic=my immediate family in MN, and the second=my NY family!!! Family is present in every place I step, so everywhere I am, I am home.



My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Summer brings out the freaks! I'd like to meet any family with a warm heart and dancing feet. Jah Bless the Freaks! Wakarusa 2006 flowed with good vibing folk! The bands were INSANE!! And swimming was necessary.


Let the 2007 summer games begin! Nothing better than digging on music and sunshine.

The personable rubber duck, Papa's Purple Mustache, who resides in my bathroom. He exists in a world where humans desire steadfast communication with animals. He could describe the exhilirating experience of crossing the East River for a chance to win it big in the Million Dollar Duck Race, and his observations from watching me take a shower, brush my teeth, and complete other random bathroom tasks.

I'd love to run into the "Mayor of Strawberry Fields" again. He is a man of many numbers, and Jules and I discussed with him the universe...

"These were not normal guys from normal families - you're talking about freaks" Michele Vlasimsky, Flaming Lips manager 1986-1990

"We're just normal guys trying to make interesting music" Wayne Coyne, head Flaming Lip, 2001

With Aliens and Santa Claus' amassing upon the stage, and a giant bubble with a genuis descending upon the crowd, who has time to ponder where on a scale of normal these three lie????

***Beautiful artists***

DIrty RainBOw KiDs!!!

IF you were at Oregon's Northwest String Summit in 2004, you could have met me, or Patrick, or Amanda, Om, and Zimery. manda, patchstick, and i are in this photo from NWSS gallery. Can you see us? My skirt gives me away...

My Blog

This Clock Never Seemed So Alive.

This one's written by fingers. sitting in a room disguised from the communal space four of us had shared over this past year. drinking the last IPA opened quite efficiently wi...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 11:45:00 GMT

* RiSe and SHine *

Alright, it has ARRIVED!!! Festival season kicked off this weekend for me in Sunrise, Florida. I'm still in Fort Lauderdale, but I fly out tomorrow. Langerado was simply incredible. I met my ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 14:54:00 GMT

"It's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-"

Why Write? To avoid conversations with few meaningful points within its dialogue, eventually forgotten once its wrapped up? General reclusiveness?  Words on a secured page in a private journ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 17:31:00 GMT

Through the Looking Glass...

Wonderland sized doors exist. But, which one are you trying to enter, or perhaps exit? Which am I?  Shall I drink the potion or eat a treat? Drink me, and I fall asleep beneath the forage, abando...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 16:35:00 GMT

Hey Artist! You got a dollar?

A sea of beached pianos, an elaborate stage. Water floods the pedals as the melody stirs the fingers.  Wave's crash, clouds cover...."I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset."A jungle w...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 16:19:00 GMT

It is not possible that in the end the miracle will not occur

Inevitably it came, one last relocation for the season after my seven month vacate. I felt chills below my skin's surface in anticipation of my roommates' arrival. The final flight toward a new home, ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 14:40:00 GMT

eternally eleven on the clocktower

It's raining in Massachusetts, not a good day to wander the Dr. Seuss sculpture park, nor is it a day for conversations on honesty. Playing the waiting game...I'm singing loud enough to shatter glass....
Posted by on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 11:50:00 GMT

they wear so many faces

At times, I want to wear a bucket on my head. But only if I get to travel around with Les Claypool. I wouldn't be his groupie, I promise. ;) I fear I would be a disappointment, my fingers are not un-g...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 15:15:00 GMT

the brightest full moon in twenty years

I'm burnt, filthy, bruised, bloody, and completely satisfied. On Wednesday evening I joined the Wyoming circus parade and we hit the long, dusty road to Lawrence. A previously planned stop amidst...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jun 2006 12:39:00 GMT

lost luggage and south-bound cars

Upon first arrival to Colorado, my dreams disappeared. And I am a girl that dreams constantly EVERY night. So, needless to say, I noticed. 7:45-9 a.m.: The scene is dark, and military garb wearing you...
Posted by on Thu, 25 May 2006 11:30:00 GMT