This box says ‘Weather’ on top, so I guess I should mention it’s been hot enough to kill the elderly lately. Whoops – I guess that was kind of insensitive. There goes my readership at the old folk’s home on El Colegio.
No, seriously. The guy at the old folk’s home who reads my box just died. Rest in peace, Smitty.
Wednesday’s forecast: Smitty is a fictional character and there were no extra deaths at the home this week, according to the guy who does the daily pickup.
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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”
