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we're working on what i call 'doing the posh' (what i was in her closet after all), i mean, taking america by storm. my manager has dubbed it "the american revolution," taking a new pathway to success and marketing with a different audience, but i just call it exhaustion. we had a nice turnout in ibiza and played to a soldout crowd, and i didn't have to point at any people who were drowning in water and try to start any new macarenas, so it was relatively normal. i've been recording a follow-up to neon nights and working on exclusive songs for the neon nights US release, including an exclusive music video. i am one of the headliners for the billboard music festival, whenever that is.
i am not dead yet and i wanted to write something before an APB was put out or you actually all started thinking i was a wanker, and removed me from non-wankers, my pride and joy. i miss my boyfriend who cannot count and mixes his abc's and 1-2-6's up.
i forgot the shift key and i'm far too lazy to go back and retype this or try to make sense of something senseless, so it will have to slide this time.
i am not dead yet and i wanted to write something before an APB was put out or you actually all started thinking i was a wanker, and removed me from non-wankers, my pride and joy. i miss my boyfriend who cannot count and mixes his abc's and 1-2-6's up.
i forgot the shift key and i'm far too lazy to go back and retype this or try to make sense of something senseless, so it will have to slide this time.