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"no words used will describe the space i occupy so just know that i am to influence. i'm 24, clean in this (expletive) making ground in the fashion industry to create a style for ciara, party with kate moss; sip tea at high noon with von furstenberg & westwood; yacht with hov & posen, and exist "

the offend-sive...

not much truly makes me salty although i have an opinion about everything......down to the way the wind blows. there's this tom foolery that's as dead as the high-top fade, & the 1 hoop earring, which left up to Kelis... will be making a serious comeback. i always thought the idea of a quote-unquote fashion police is nothing slight of dumb nor has my oppressive opinion on that matter changed 'cos i view its conceptualization as very, no extremely, nullus!

however, what i do want, right after world peace, is to let this preceding shit i'm to mention to die the death it deserves. yes, the crisp, go get'em, i'm so fly popped collar photographs well for print, but that's it. you're not uber-chic; slick; gq or any other coined term dropped on your block. citing lamers for this infraction is nullusness; yet, i do think its overdue for a re-introduction of my little friend called anthrax 'cos we need to remain alert and in constant fear as punishment for our own crockery. walking around with your collar only signifies that nothing else about you is worth knowing & you possess limited personality needed to make friends.

if you're caught in public with your collar popped, mr.sofresh & soclean, expect your mail to possess a certain white substance only man could create with love. ;)

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