Our mobile therapist announced new merch last Sunday. Powered by Pain, they read in red, black, white, articles of chance, sharp edged type. The ticket stands at the next BoyLlona Zaria, whenever it happens, must be heartbreakingly stimulating to people-watch.
Over at the fanbase, the matter of a next tour - and its causative Sophomore project- deserves all the more fuss. Scarcely 3 years before, he'd been another name-switching underground wonder. Then Llona appeared unto us, and, Micheal Attah, he was so us 25 states drove like moths to scream and reaffirm his light. So us, making good music from bitter sweat. 'Oh my God, it's a cold world', stranger says to stranger, soldered still to hope onto a world that blinds itself to its youth because it wants to. So the music recognizes us.
There's everything empowering in that, so you'd make up clean-filed justifications to cop that sick merch so fast the tank tops sell out under 72 hours. What can we tell you? Grab yours while it's there, and 2026 may bring us a previously discreet angle of our Rookie of the year.
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