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…



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…



Betsy Calabaza

Betsy Calabaza

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