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when i had long hair surfer they assumed. brah. with dread locks for five years i was rasta-farian. mon. volkswagen bus stickers = one love they never really knew who i was. a businessman making millions on their ignorance. cha-ching. in this capitalist- driven dwelling i am a human being. i’m a bruised banana. a used napkin. as raw and real as it gets. squished. and ripped. but that still shouldn’t matter because it’s never better to cast upon us any kind of judgements.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
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when i had long hair surfer they assumed. brah. with dread locks for five years i was rasta-farian. mon. volkswagen bus stickers = one love they never really knew who i was. a businessman making millions on their ignorance. cha-ching. in this capitalist- driven dwelling i am a human being. i’m a bruised banana. a used napkin. as raw and real as it gets. squished. and ripped. but that still shouldn’t matter because it’s never better to cast upon us any kind of judgements.
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Mar 3, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
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