In me are embodied terrifying expressions of ancient archon mind, conjugated by the debasing mannerisms of postmodernity & our inverted matriarchy. So too in me, then, lie the transmutative possibilities. Thus we say: Only she who is liken unto the Beast can make war on the Beast
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bring me my bouquets of lichen! that I might feed the beast!
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