We're all living in a place far, far away. Where the air is thick and full of carbon monoxide and THC. The sounds we hear are our own, don't you know. Play safely dear, the road is wide.
Love Shark spends her time marking the decline of the English language, battling with her own self-hatred, engaging in quiet but obvious idol worship and writing words about pallid, skeletal girls and their flagrant sexuality.
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