If the drain of my autistic burnout and the daily crash of fatigue had an outward expression of their opposite in energy, I guess it probably would look like Nandi Bushell drumming to “In Bloom” in a state of, for lack of a better term, Nirvana nirvana.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.