So I don’t know about you, but the ‘human is still recovering from Thanksgiving lunch, dinner and subsequent leftovers dispersed throughout the weekend. Thusly, I think instead of being clever I’ll do some poetry. How about a limerick?
There once was a human of weather
Who used to be light as a feather
But then came Thanksgiving
Something about living
Oh God I think I’m gonna hurl
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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”
