It rained today, confusing many, and wetting everyone.
Rain is mothernature’s assassin.
Each time it rains I learn all too late the weathercycle2’s brakes have been rendered inoperable, sending me skidding recklessly down the street desperately attempting to stop ala “Flintsones” technology.
Thursday’s Forecast: Sunshine today, you lose you dirty unpredictable whore.
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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”
