Betsy Calabaza

Yin yang, presupposes

the self

The self was thrown

The thrown is there

Opposed to the other

The yin and yang,

The Self asks,

“Ok, I’m yin. What is yang?”

Mind you, this is a stand your ground state

If I don’t like the yang, I can shoot the fuck of it

Compassion is a luxury of surviving

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There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin’ like a toad

  • The Doors of Perception

I love you for dancing on my grave

I love you

I love you for whatever you do

I existed

And I loved you

I celebrated you

Live long

From first embering from atom to atom

But from afar

An ecstasy of flames

I loved you

And I love you

From here and beyond

And before

The emblem only resolves the truth of my adamancy

Adamcy

I am the Godhead

And I bestow all before me

Regardless of what fore me

I am the devil

  • Jim Morrison

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Betsy Calabaza

Betsy Calabaza

blooms — crazy rants masked as abstract experimental philosophy. s/o CS Peirce