Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

If we are a monad, once ourselves, combining Heavens, Earth, and God/dess, together in our soul, and that my soul can drink of gods nectar, and Know all things at once, all that has existed, in this world Then she thinks you are the most beautiful thing, G, ever beheld

If a dream is your proof Talk all you want Wheres your evidence? Will you gather it from the “crime scene?” Then where is it? And what are you talking about? It amounts to nothing In Reality, talk Youre talking about your own sexual gratification If youve gathered your evidence from a dream It amounts…

I saw you Elizabeth Taylor, in soft shadows of dusk makeup, moon draws close, Lights the spirit up Youre too good for me i know, too sophisticated, so sophisticated i wonder are you some royal But i like to look at you, from my garden, dream woman, as you go, Love, down a road i…

Crazy 13, you smile out the corner my eye, slips past me, why cant we just smile At each other, like regular people, G? When i smile back at you, you nearly crash Your car, but, when you smiled at me, corner heatherton stud roads, servo, i thought I have to get out of here, fast,…

I thought i saw you G, just the rapist dressed up Were you smiling, G, in passing? Or was it you looking hot and angry at me? Its so hard to tell now, G Soon ill see you in the clouds and trees But when i know its yourself No comparison could exist

Men posted across from me, setting traps, filming their catch, so slippery, if i make a post, theyll vanish! As if i was mad! Funny thing is, it makes me, not weep, but laugh, ho, ho, ho, triumphantly

I have to defend everything i do now, the freaks are a cult that believes im satan Dont listen to freaks, you’re dearly loved My peripheral vision caught sight of a woman in the servo so i looked You, G, you I know i said i wouldnt, but sometimes people change their minds, dont we?…

We dont think about Time much, if we think, we think phones measure time for us But i read Proclus say “Time is an image of eternity”I thought about my heart, and in her rhythm, the impression was made, of my longing after you An image of Time, flowing from Eternity, will you let me…

The setting of this show held behind my back again, theyre people on a stage, shadows behind curtains drawn, playing being real The cleaner here at 7am, seemed staged, a bit wierd, the world is a stage, where the unreal is staged, made a real stage, over a story As i left i heard one of…

My life is already not reality, G, youre talking to a fantasy, i know youre frightened, And probably two years ago you were right, if youre saying my schizophrenia is real, But that youre frightened if you tell me its real it breaks down my defence, Of how i maintain G or not-G, the possibility…