Most of my interconnected dreams across the night involved The Magicians. This morning they revolved around a doctor’s appointment without sufficient instruction; I’d had to wear a paper bag in lieu of underpants.
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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.