Gentleman Jigger

Life. Sat somewhere between the light and the lost. Dreams and doom caught in the branches of a southern tree.-Crunch.

::::::::::Black. Queer. Marxist. Artist ::::::::
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“Caminante, no hay puentes, se hace puentes al andar.

(Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.) ”

—gloria anzaldua