All night I dreamt about trying to keep straight that clocks have complications while magic has circumstances; I’d wake up confused, then fall back asleep to continue.
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.
All night I dreamt about trying to keep straight that clocks have complications while magic has circumstances; I’d wake up confused, then fall back asleep to continue.