Have you ever physically felt like your head has been reduced to skin as thin as tissue paper between what’s left of your psychological capacity and the outside world?
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.
Have you ever physically felt like your head has been reduced to skin as thin as tissue paper between what’s left of your psychological capacity and the outside world?