It’s been a few days since the ‘human enjoyed the embrace of another human, and because it’s been such a long time, the possibility of blue… um… wait, what do you call the Weathergenitals when they’re frustrated? I fuckin’ hate being sexless.
Correction:
In yesterday’s story “Rafter Birds Ruffle Feathers in UCen” (April 18, 2007) it was incorrectly stated that the birds were swallows, when in fact they were sparrows.
The Daily Nexus regrets this error.
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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”
