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Sitting in my room, Tumblin’, obnoxiously listening to “whack” Pandora in my pitch black room (void my bright ass screen lighting my room up), with no pants. 

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Oh, so you’re feeling some type of way? Subtagging me and shit. I gotcha.

exploring the legitimacy of hips, pits, and other things as they show the world how fierce, angry, and unapologetic a rageful, yellow, viet, queer, trans*, poor, immigrant revolutionary agent can be to deconstruct colonized bodies and identities.
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