Every couple of years I am reminded that The WELL still exists and it always seems so very disconcerting to me somehow.
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.
Every couple of years I am reminded that The WELL still exists and it always seems so very disconcerting to me somehow.