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2007 summer jam: it's already been "Get it Shawty" for like eight months.
Been finally hearing shit from cars, weather what it is, and it's like digging up treasure: Lloyd's baby-oil hot voice is pure steam slinking in and out the outer space bell synths in a car stereo. The bass pops, drops, locks: the weight of thrum in the spring air. BUT SCREWED?!?! Pure mango chutney and a klonapin, a brain mash. LOVE THIS.


THE SYRUP HAZE... THE MALE GAZE...

Do you live in NYC? Do you know an amazing tattoo artist? Who, why and where? I'm leaning towards NY Adorned cuz they come w/recommendations but I want to be sure. Looking for ppl who are adept at fonts. (Yes, I'm getting Lloyd's name tattooed w/a heart. duhhhhh)

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