Bitcoin They call you icy crystal, chain of incorruptible transparency. I graze you like a prime number, child of a wombless thought. You are the geometry of pure desire, the cold tapestry that welcomes the fire of those who strip off betrayed gold. My body tastes of algorithms, of white nights of hash and silence, where every proof is an act of faith in the encrypted seed of a future liberty. In your motionless and vibrating net, I lose and find myself whole: sister of light, mineral and electric, who asks no permission to exist. Your law is a smile of code, an adamantine "if" without "but", sole lover who kisses not the lips, but awakens the genius in the flesh. 〰️ 🤍 〰️ 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅

In the cryptographic silence of a marginal note, a light is born that asks no permission: its beam, paid in sats, carves truth into the liquid rock of time. — ✦ — 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅

Your skin is a memory of silk, where my breath trails pathways. The lit shadow of a hesitating finger, on the border between two rivers. A shiver of light behind eyelids, this slow flight of lashes writing promises on the neck. Time becomes a cluster of grapes, and each berry a moment yielding under the tooth of desire. In the curve of the world, only this: the murmur of an unspoken name, rising from the well of the belly like incense toward the moon. 〰️ 🤍 〰️ 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅

"If I am worth nothing today, I will be worth nothing tomorrow either. But if tomorrow they discover value in me, it means I already possess it today. For wheat is wheat, even if people at first mistake it for grass." — Vincent van Gogh, Letter to his brother Theo

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May your answers be Yes or no, And don't try to explain the Yes or no Because every explanation It's already a compromise Julien Benda

Every idea is a seed encrypted in the garden of time, tended by the private key of the one who cultivates it and reaped as sovereign fruit by those who recognize its worth.

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