Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Did Boethe place the sun and moon in their course Or Chaucer, or was that just a pattern of thought – What’s become of God in this balmy weather A friend said Creation’s a movie, I think we both Came to understand from that day, stepped into A world gone mad, and us all joined…

I can hear the freaks in the street, and they’re so full of bad emotion, I know you’ll cry for me, but don’tI would have had many tears from this life, but I met you, and you love me, so don’t cry, g That I met you, found love, my life has not been for…

Nearly 20 months have passed to the day now history Tho yesterday, tho moving, sitting stately As a queen, engrossed in some performance Smiled, bit your finger without realising I guess, must have pleased your Lady’s eyes Your hair, a birds nest stacked atop, eyes shined Met mine, swirling obsession round us Lifted you high…

In my own backyard, weight of social crush, fight for the woman I love, love’s thrust One nice girl lesbian angel, from somewhere yelling love for me, I hear for all of us Punching bag drives my soul to flight in love’s height – a normal day for a fight ❤️ always g:)

No.9’s heart got stuck in a bad way No.22,000,000 on a hate trip led No.9 away Ya not even gay Ya not even gay Ya not even gay Jingle on the airwaves over and over growing march every day Ya not even gay Ya not even gay Ya not even gay I not even play…

As the wind blew on me today, so I’ll tell you, my story, g Can’t compare my story to anything but wind, Seems it blows its own which way, I can’t explain what It’s like to be everywhere next set up how, wind of torment A car passes slowly, and I’m too scared to look…

In Not Form Not Taste Not Matter Seek her path An everyday Woman Of Form Taste Matter How did she arise Such Queen on the cusp Love’s Unkowing She changes betwixt Love and not love

Medusa with her hair of snakes, rattles at my door, She colonises with measles, she colonised us covid, Breaking down social structure, you called me A money grabber? I’m a pleb, you’re privileged, Commander Lola, it’s your insecurity, too Look thru Medusa’s mirror, the other side, paradise Where I’ll submit like a pleb, colonised by…

The universe’s insignificant purpose gleamed on the back of a bug It carried no thought, merrily, and I following to whither The grass grows ’round the sun, stood a moment, entangled in Love of being alive, ma in my heart rhythm in you g, I listened To silence, the universe sung me not your honey…

Present misfortune no longer drowns me nor trapped again on the current freak wave To look on today as a bad thing misses goddess’ point of my spirit’s undertaking Lies do not matter to me, now, Time’s a measure of truth, rise above misfortune, g Poor freaks never chosen to feel true love, only found…