it's the disinformation age, as the information coming down the line is spilling over, overflow, bewildering gluttony of zeros and ones, shock tactics ups the anti, manufactured clique vs industrialised outrage, proud of your envy, lazy in lust, all living in a facsimile world, the one composed of shadows on cave walls, the one hurting my head. shadows, on a wall, hurting my head and ripping open my heart like a tin of sardines.

i claim isis back, in the name of the goddess, for all nature and magick, protector of the dead, guardian of the young, gentle listener, ruler of the nile, child of the dog stars.
i claim you back!