The youth crime prevention kid woke me up at 9 this morning to sell me a candy bar.
I don’t know much about “youth crime prevention,” but something tells me that going door to door, selling Kit-Kats to sleep-depped, caffeine-addicted college students at 9 in the morning won’t lower crime.
It might result in fewer youths though…
Tuesday’s forecast: Reese’s for breakfast.
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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”
