Overnight and this morning I dreamt about a tiny monkey on a tiny motorcycle that later turned out to be part of a race amongst four tiny monkeys on four tiny bicycles. Earlier, I dreamt about convincing a porg-like species of waterfowl on an alien world that was being steamrolled toward a war by its leaders to vote to pause in order to spend massively on infrastructure and healthcare so that it would be more resilient in any future disaster.
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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.