Today, we have a very special, experimental Weatherbox. I present now, for the first time ever, “Smell the Weather.” That’s right, the massively cool 80s technology of scratch ‘n’ sniff is now being brought to you, the savvy modern reader/smeller. Now, without further ado, I present to you the weather:
Tomorrow’s Forecast: Smells like chicken.
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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”
