For as long as I’ve lived in the weathercave, the weatherportal has been uppity.
In cold weather it blows open; in warm weather it swells and warps, making it hard to close and impossible to lock. It is hardly a security device, making the weatherpet’s agile senses more important than ever. I dare any thief to trespass upon my kitchen without the piercing shrieks of certain death.
Wednesday’s Forecast: We keep him lean and hungry.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
