it's the same freakin shirt.
it always is. even if we fast forward to seventy five hundred years into the future and there is a "new" picture of him wearing the patchwork shirt, rest assured, it's the same shirt.
it lives. it breathes. it has a strangely benevolent nature. all the charity work is a direct result of that shirt and it's roots, literally, to the earth.
i fear it may becoming threadbare lately but rest assured, he'll still wear it. it smells faintly of patchouli, nag champa, weed and laughter.
oh, i can just picture the adverts now.
" Rice, by Damien Rice. Embrace the patchwork of life, embrace the scent. embrace the hippy potential in us all."
hee heee
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