No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Last night was something a nightmare and I don’t mean the dream where Robocop was a door-to-door salesman who came to my office and showed how by attaching a compressor hose to a metal can of peanuts he could crush it to make instant peanut butter. Somewhere around 4:30am I awoke to being completely congested and was awake for almost four hours, until I used three different nasal sprays, two prescribed and one over-the-counter and a Breathe Right strip and eventually was able to fall asleep until after noon. While awake, though, the effects of sleep deprivation were so deep that I was all guttural screams in my bedroom; I legitimately felt like I was going insane.