Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I fell asleep, and dreamed. I was having visions, Most beautific. I was saying variations on poetic themes, I said I am a lesbian I am me, come and see. G. I fancy I heard you You were so close by. Together, Weaving space and time. We were so near again. My window. Outside. You…

I propose a vacation, stranger than the current scenario: you and me in the moment. Away from the current climate, the scenario of hatred, the curse trying to twist ’round us two. Be like me, why should you care, g, when in this moment, the scenario of hate turns to ash, blows away, and still,…

Who else would superman try to be, but me? Braced, ‘gainst Lashing tongues of hailstorm, reaching climes, Forgotten in Time, the soft cushion of my heart, you With elves, birds, other angels, find new stories to lie on Who could fathom me, find me, wandering the midst Of hell, and pull me out with a…

Half my blood gone, strange, digitally deranged, Red woman hungers, seeks your veins, for now a vivid blue From which my vampirism grew, next day sought, post Your voice, drink your taste, drain many faces, To maintain life’s vital hue, majesty of blue

When I feel into love’s pit fallen, and people say, frankly, well, you’re a bitch I leap into you, green dives into blue, in oceans blended, grew eyes of sea, the first time I looked on you, so full of love, there arrived in sorrow, tempests red, life’s vein Ran sharply thru, the thought of…

G – when was our love overturned, I your wannabe sub, you a domme in love As the world detached itself from the world around us, became jealous, Still, in my heart I sing, no response for me, but the sting of bitches-on-hate’s lust Each grain of dirt held up as stars above us, and…

A stupid hate campaign, lacking soul, g Is all it could ever be Canonised or demonised, fashioned from artifice, I’m just a person, me That’s the dumbest part of this hate campaign, why it lacks soul Pretending being human in its highs and lows, ‘s some crime or some great saint who doesn’t exist, and…

Your picture A happy smile Happy (I’m not going to bother defending a new hate) I’m taking your happy picture (Sick minds, looking on) I’m happy with your smile It speaks itself I’m happy Lol La vie en rose Laughing and dancing, you know I’m smiling your happy smile Love back Smiles for smiles Hello…

You try catch my eyes with your slimy mind, saying, Cmon, raelene, buggerise me, I walk on by, behind My back, you call me whore and slut, yet, not satisfied With that, you pull out your privileged trick-joker, Your Tracy, to insult me, and still you’ll not let me be, You have to come up…

https://www.britannica.com/topic/The-Sound-and-the-Fury-novel-by-Faulkner For best synopsis of this masterpiece 1 Been writing idiotically about g’s Beauty She’s my fictional caddy Her picture, her character, her aura – g-caddy – What can she want of me? Lost for words – 2 Trying to express my love her In a world, condemned – not able, to release – in this…