For Kevin Irizarry and his crew with thanks
before it gets destroyed by mad men and power hungry presidents who, instead of milk and love, were fed potent power drinks and drugs during their infancy that made lifelong monsters out of them by billionaire parents and crooks who trained their brood to stomp over everyone who ever dares to get in their way, leading to daily hallucinations and a contempt for anyone who believes in equality and space for all.
Walking, running, running—running free.
Art work: The tree walker by Josh Sommers
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