Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Let’s put the spotlight on yer freaks, A bit of the world according to your wierdo cults Reasoning animal, which only contains illogical hets If a woman talks to a man, she must be sexually attracted to him If she walks confidently within a one kilometre vicinity of a male, she must be sexually attracted…

As a knight might pick up their Lady Spin, an old hippie In fields of green leaf Heaven-on-Earth crazy No serapax, minds racing Faster than light speed To another galaxy This the Self I found there It’s you queen It’s bdsm And no precedent for anything we’re doing So domme morrigan, be yourself Let no…

I thought of you, a diamond composed of elements is not a diamond by itself, When I see you clearly, g, I love you… In rage, I went walking with the strength of Heaven came rain, mist hung in Time, Came peace to join Earth and Heaven, like a clear diamond I saw the rain…

Shouting peacefully, g, I LOVE YOU, therefore I’m listening, can you tell me How do you tell Christians they’re listening to lies by Satanists? It’s not easy, ’cause one wants to listen, but I won’t listen to lies by Satanists It’s a divide, within a wider clime than just mine, as I listen to my…

A bird call – sun touched by sadness, a golden tear To this mortal realm come to fall – just say forever As if, flown so high, to where height doesn’t matter Anymore – weightless, my heart now, love in free fall Reverberates thru many states, and we two here Together, in Love’s deathless wings…

Hypnerotomachia poliphili, is a medieval text, where the hero, poliphili, goes in search of his true love, poliphilia, thru a dreamscape This morning I was poliphili, travelling thru Beautiful cities, to meet my poliphilia, g, But I cannot tell did I meet her, And If I spoke, she’d go away, another me – Poliphili me…

You are absent, the stamp in every picture, Obsessively, like a stamp collector, your face Stored on my phone, pictures of you, as clouds, As many moons, delivered to you, this morning, The whole backyard alive, someone Said baby (was it you?) Valentine in November, Valentine gift, stamp album in November, A rose in a…

Being that I am who I am, I’ll ask you then again, domme morrigan, what am I? When also, people in rage let out hatred in honking – “I’m not even gay,” nothing Makes any sense, disorients, some ticking within me is just what theory wants, Yelling domme morrigan, she is what she is, in…

What is the idea of Form, is’t in the sound of a birds call, Ah, but, I hear you in’t Sit and listen, what will the sound tell me of Form Ah, but tell me I’ll hear it What am I meant to think, but Form gave you honey lips For you to speak it

The struggle of crazy laughter A they’ve already won Put you under their spell,A magnificently pathetic and even less powerful Hee-haw Crowd as shallow and meaningless as their lies and donkey tales Hee-haw They walk that lie A they’ve already won Put everyone under their spell Sham, anyhow, that’s why they talk, Like pinnocchio The…