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Date Posted: 17:56:15 07/25/01 Wed
Author: Sinner-Man78
Subject: La Elizabeth Mysterioso

Betsy's posts intrigue me. Has she fallen from some great height as she would suggest? Is she being coy? Or has she returned to the very ground of truth and philosophy, namely dirt?

Mother Earth is the source. Gravity itself teaches us this when we collapse to ground in death, intoxication, to make love, or to hide. We instinctively go to ground to dodge bullets, grow food, and to bury that which is sacred, evidentiary, dead, or an offering to the Underworld.

Betsy is too smart. I think she is merely playing at being a wounded bird. Every genius is fucked up and knows it and will even revel in play-acting the victim. I was taken in at first by Betsy and acted the role of knight paracletos. But now I laugh with this clever woman.

I also think I know her old school. If I have a "f/n" on this matter then she will know. This makes me curious. On the other hand, I am a Drunk. I see enlightenment where it does not exist. Once in a dream the late Roy Rogers appeared to me. He asked me if he could "walk into me" so that he could resume his life as a cowboy, actor, poet, and singer. Ahhh! But to have the spirit of the great Roy Rogers inhabiting my body! I must admit that I look good in a Stetson, a sequined rodeo jacket, chaps, and a pair of Tony Llama's.

But then I remembered that I could not sing and prefer lingerie and heels to chaps and spurs. Besides, the era of the cowboy as a noble hero is dead. Reagan and Bush killed that imagio by employing in as a crass politcial metaphor.
Cowboys are now all like Dick Cheney: Rapine oilmen who will shoot you in the back over a few votes or drilling rights to the Queen of England's pussy.

But I digress to far. The day has been long and tortured.
And then there is Betsy. I say she is hiding out behind depression. Something brighter burns in her bosom and whatever truth it is drives her mad.

I must know. But I cannot, sadly, put much effort into my quest at the moment. Time is required for me to rebalance those things that have affected my center of gravity.

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Re: La Elizabeth Mysterioso -- Gaiabetsy, 11:57:29 07/26/01 Thu
- Re: La Elizabeth Mysterioso -- SM78, 14:20:06 07/26/01 Thu
 - OK, SM, here goes, -- Betsy, 14:08:15 07/27/01 Fri