I just found out today that the Sciggity Scat Man has died. Apparently, this happened several scaggety years ago, but that does not detract from the skiddity-magnitude of such a tragedy. The Scat man was a hero to miggity-many and a wonder to all. The ‘human will miss him dearly…diggity skiggity.
Thursday’s forecast: Rest in Piggity Peace, master of scat.
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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”
