I love stupid useless crap. That is why I’m ecstatic over the grand-opening of the Isla Vista dollar store. Morning Glory’s replacement is chalk full of discount pasta, Chinese made mermaid dolls, designer imposter perfume and the elusive pussy melon. Can one put a price on a plastic cantaloupe in the shape of a vagina? One dollar. It now sits upon my coffee table as a fertility goddess.
Wednesday’s Forecast: They sell plastic cocks too.
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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”
