Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

The freaks seem to have put Berwick’s town crier in the freaks place next door A Tracy model 3806, gone a bit haywire, even for the freaks, it just randomly yells out stuff As if Berwick’s town crier had tourettes!

Begun a story, who does one turn to in the end, when everyone is lying to you? One time, if I came upon a reasonable father figure, I would have laid my guns down I turn to you, g, all the things I’ve found, of love, and truth, and beauty, held down, I fight now,…

I’ll say they’re saying you’ve gone mad, and lying to your face, claim I’m dishonest, Lying to your face, and you believe I want whatever wealth you say you have, But I have riches an honest heart gives, beauty, love and truth, heaven within, they Can lie to your face, love’s not disgraced, my wealth…

Dedication to Oblivion Remastered From universal law, strife of good and evil, set in lore Oblivion, daedra morrigan, borne on a console’s game play Went into Oblivion, into tamriel’s womb, from Love’s Spiritual role play, we emerge heroic, me and you Waves lap over our map, daedra taking shape Morrigan worship, enshrined in Oblivion’s Gates…

For Paul It’s the 22nd November, and there’s xmas specials on TV, and the grinch He’s already coming out this season, in my brother’s rage, that’s Built up over 11 months of mindless inanity, he wants Santas head on a stake, Make ringing bells in a horror movie, and perhaps ‘t’will make him jolly

I know you have that question why me? So do I, why have I been given this fate I’m just the same as everyone else, no better, only I follow my heart, and I can’t explain any of it g, it just happened that when I sat across from you on that bed my heart…

Friday night interpretation of black elks vision Ask me am I alright tonight, is Friday night alright, I’ll say no, feels the nights going backward, when women Were not one, the world saying a woman going back To not being lesbian, could speak the whole worlds Going back to being uneven, No, I’m not alright,…

Your eyes your eyes your eyes, Domme morrigan, lacking physical touch, Make me structure my body with truth, beauty, And a spirit of love Eyes yours absently touch, if, If we get it on, one day, ever, how would you Sever this purity with love? O, but the way you look at Me, I’s captured

If it’s a simulation, right? I imagine your locked chest To know what’s inside, I imagine what’s inside, And the simulation locks you inside (my chest) Look at you (out of my locked breast) I open my notepad, open my heart, open the door To know you (you can’t see yourself in my chest) I…

I’m just walking as I always do, looking out for you g, But seems everything stopped, as in forgetfulness The sky moved into red and became a flower scent On the face of a beautiful woman, and she could Be you becoming Eternal Time, painted fathomless, in the Instant begins again, I’m thinking I love…