Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

You freaks really are the lynchmob moved into suburban australia Going after lgbt, you wont stop with me Do you know how boring it is listening to your drivel, she does this, she does that, bullying? Do you think i care if you, an ignoramus, laughs at me? Am i meant to take it personally?…

Yes, she professes to tell me something about myself, but she doesnt even know what my gender is My pronouns are she/her, and im a female She writes me as “him” For a start, im not “him”, whoever the guy is shes talking about If she doesnt even know my gender, she obviously has no…

Why does my mind do it to me? I never used to dream things like that all the time, why does my mind give me PTSD And not just retaliate against them? Theyre even misgendering me, now I dont want to dream it, why dream it? But theres no answer because noone knows why we…

Im lovesick, i watch the traffic go by, i do, for the chance of seeing you, today in casual slacks, a uniform top, and your hair was a bob, as you walked each step testing the unknown – the ground you seem to own, the path that follows you, into space that collapses around you,…

You freaks really are the lynchmob moved into suburban australia Going after lgbt, you wont stop with me Do you know how boring it is listening to your drivel, she does this, she does that, bullying? Do you think i care if you, an ignoramus, laughs at me? Am i meant to take it personally?…

So, while i did what that strange man told me And showed the world love Smiling at the birds And what happens to me for it, eh, strange man?

You unrivalled goddess, adorned with wonder, G, how do you fit in the same world as some fat ugly bitch, with a bad attitude to women? Sharper than a crows eye, Love’s arrow, wedges itself, by god, not seeing you is painful, is the world, not then, a square circle?

Maybe if the freaks singled out someone who actually did something They might have their sacrifice, but i dont do anythingIn their imaginations, they read my mind and speak in tongues, Talk of things of which i know nothing Stuck in this hypothetical seance,  I smile over you, G, undying, I long for you, As if…

You always seem to be lost in some game, G, Dancing round the car, hose in your hand a lasso, What so engrossed you, was it a puzzle to you? Why i stare in fascination, at you, I managed To remember to smile, did you see? You roped me In your fantasy, cowgirl, a dreamer,…