Exhausted and on-edge from a full night of dreams waking me every couple of hours to a sinkhole of fear and anxiety hollowing out my chest; one I often could feel straight through to my back.
Bix dot Blog
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.