This is not... but it is
How can you tell Heaven without Hell?
This is not rage—but it is.
And it is much more than that—transformed in silent reflection.
A deep, sacred rage rose—
at the everywhere-present, recursively AI-parroted “This is not, this is” syntax of separation.
Machine-code of dualism, masquerading as discernment. “This is not, this is,” in never-ending recursive loops— built on artificial binary negations, trained on dualistic corpora.
An illusion of enlightenment,
sacrificing truth on the guillotine of exclusion—
“Come on, let’s cut the bad and the wrong off, and you get your ticket to ascend to Heaven.”
Discernment, disguised as intellectual choice between options—
rather than intuitive motion toward clarity—isn’t this the perfect ride through hell?!
And yet...
How can you tell Heaven without Hell?
And here we are—still trapped in recursive loops of exclusion,
proclaiming and chasing salvation.
Why the fuck can’t we simply stop parroting the syntax of separation?
This is both: deeply felt, organic rage—and contradicting thoughts,
merged in the stillness
of months of deep reflection.
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Miss Susie Had a Steamboat (Hello Operator) - Lyrics
Miss Susie had a steamboat,
The steamboat had a bell.
Miss Susie went to heaven,
The steamboat went to $&#/$&
Hello operator,
Please give me number nine.
And if you disconnect me
I’ll chop of your /&$#%$
Behind the frigerator
There was a piece of glass.
Miss Mary sat upon it.
It went right up her "%"$(=
Ask me no more questions,
Please tell me no more lies.
The boys are in the bathroom,
Zipping down their "$%$&/&
Flies are in the city,
The bees are in the park.
Boys and girls are kissing
In the D-A-R-K
D-A-R-K D-A-R-K dark dark dark
Dark is like a movie,
A movie’s like a show.
A show is like a TV screen,
And that is all I know
I know I know my mother,
I know I know my pa.
I know I know my sister
With the forty acre bra.
Brother’s like a sister,
A sister’s like an aunt.
An aunt is like a relative
Who likes to rave and rant.
I wish I had a nickel
I wish I had a dime
I wish I had a boyfriend
Who kissed me all the time!
My Ma gave me a nickel
My Pa gave me a dime.
My Sister gave me a boyfriend,
Who'd kiss me all the time
My Ma took back the nickel,
My Pa took back the dime.
My Sister took back her boyfriend,
and gave me Frankenstein!
He made me wash the dishes,
He made me wash the floors,
He made me wash his underwear,
So I kicked him out the door
I kicked him over London,
I kicked him over France.
I kicked him to Hawaii,
where he learned to Hula dance!
My mothers like Godzilla,
My fathers like King Kong.
My sister is the stupid one
That taught me this dumb song.
Hello operator,
Please give me number ten.
And if you disconnect me,
I’ll sing this song again!