Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I love the mighty ant, a pivotal act of creation, it breaks up Leaves, assembling, disassembling mandibles, Single, and in congregation, leaves of ants in formation I look on in fascination, the day too long and too short I watch you g, in this way, in patient observation, too much Time and not enough time,…

An educated woman, she spoke eight languages and said nothing intelligent in any of them Milligan Would seem to one, the world’s become dumb To that one grown old, an old man said Elocution was a gift that could get one laid For natural selection, tho it’s just something Old, straight, people say – sexy…

To put it in context, embodiment, Fear and confusion, domme Morrigan, then penultimate joy Moving against the grain I want to tell you everything, As if I were talking to God Redeemed in your arms

The blessed intersex person lay sleeping, in a garden of weed, ant, and thorn, transformed in Miracle beautiful, wonder of natural form, all cocooned in them, as Lautreomont said, Dream on, hermaphrodite, heavens just in your head, outside there’s nothing but your dream The intersex person believing in Heaven’s repose – kept dreaming. Appeared in…

I just woke up, yeah, there’ll be a lot of talk and controversy about it the whole country is oppressed by me being a lezzo, so they need to build their case to God it follows on from me sleeping this afternoon the young men who were here, who snuck out of their school and…

Romeo and Juliet’s cat, learn from us = never give up Nor listen to they: Schroedinger’s soothsay: come what may Believe we may, yet may we not be like they, a tragedy us May we be us, trust in the equation = always look up I’ll look today, love, say not nay, come with me,…

You might have found it odd at the time, how life Is strangely more, your expatient, you saw for only a Few hours, a few years ago, wants to text you, Atm, 5am, before breakfast, You are more precious to me than I am to myself

I keep giving you chances And you have a taste for jealous bitches You betray me with bitch filth, again I keep giving you choices, There’s no choice, really, between the best And cheap imitation, So tell me which choice you reflect? I say look at yourself, You look at the bitch filth, instead, Nothing…

The joke – public humiliation puffs up its laughter at meBeing a hoax, hoax is all it has to be – thinks its big, popping bootstraps, blowing each tiny bubble at me, a very silly bubble enlarged – public fantasy And to say I’m mad, how is it even possible, in this collective fantasy? I’m…

(Of course redrum comes from genius King’s, the Shining) In goddess’ generative womb Mithras slew her bull-child, a murder Her creative force became his own signified, The bull in the cave the moral sign, Of Mithras, the great mothers usurper This new order, us women grew under, Appropriating ourselves, too I’ve come back to Catal Hayuk,…