The last poster I owned was fifteen years ago and it said "I must be a mushroom. Everyone keeps me in the dark and feeds me a lot of bullshit". An apt statement of my situation at the time, it never failed to produce snickers.
I must have since outgrown the need to make statements. This gender subversion poster is almost as cubicle-worthy expect that I could get branded a militant feminista.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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