Your body is etched like sacred stone—inspiring transpiring but never alone…our arms embrace i hold you close—angels arise from the ashes as ancestral ghosts…

You focus your psyche on the quest for connection—you are a pyromuse and my queer resurrection…you edit digitized signals with your potent intuition—I amplify your mind with potions of cosmic revolution…

This age of cyberpunk is an age of dystopian peril—we live amidst apocalypse hunted by a system cruel and feral…the insurgent boricua uprising slays empire with scarlet arrows—we burn the pillars of this system creating the vision etched on your torso…

images are by gato >> @sateando on IG or twitter



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