rockstar rebels with hip hop cred—infusing the fire with the blood of the dead…fighting for justice and keeping it real—subverting the logic of armies of steel…inked up with tattoos that seduce virgin eyes—painting a canvas as spirits arise…synced to the pulse of a house beat amped up—dying to live and living to fuck…hermanos by blood or subterranean desire—finding ways to move feeding orgasmic fire…karmic gods reemerge again and again–the zen of anarchy evolves towards manic zen…erotically fired and cosmically wired–our army grows strong on the milk of desire…we live to rebel and to celebrate resistance—our struggle won’t end until we transform this sick system