I’ve lots of stuff I was going to post but I’m too battered by external sensory stuff and internal psyche stuff so I’m just going to delete everything in my Safari reading list and call it a day barring a shift in the… milieu?
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.
I’ve lots of stuff I was going to post but I’m too battered by external sensory stuff and internal psyche stuff so I’m just going to delete everything in my Safari reading list and call it a day barring a shift in the… milieu?