Pumpkin time, pumpkin time, time to carve pump-kins.
Beauty of 1890.
Our generation is lost to the admiration of a skeletal form with elephantine proportions.
A falsetto to make any grown man pregnant.
Allen Stone is up on the rise, keep your ears open.
New York isn’t my jam. Finding a niche, is.
Got to thank the people and places that keep me evolving.
Adapting to big city life, one hidden secret at a time.
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New York, NY