Correction: On Nov. 19, the weatherhuman did not want to write the weather. The weatherhuman, in fact, wanted to go home. And since the weatherhuman is anonymous, and therefore, cannot be fired, the weatherhuman chose to fill what little space it had today by writing weatherhuman as many times as possible.
Wednesday’s forecast: Weatherhuman
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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”
