Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Well, (they say) heres the evidence shes a pervert, shes smiling. And? asks Reason, patiently. We’ve got the footage, of her smiling in a SW direction, says the freak, who smiles that way, like that? Thats our argument, smiling is offensive to our morality, only a depraved person smiles. But, says Reason, i just saw…

Bouncing around Earth, a person going from mirror to mirror, only ever seeing a single, savage human being they call God, dont worry about me, turning against you, G, I survived that land, and i hold up the rainbow flag, for us, beckoning thee

As the fluid paradigms, bring me, respawned each morning after sleep, i walk through, surrounded by a graphic that parts for me, taking me back to your realm, the world in which its a fight to love you, everything is you, They all turn into one reality, a real world, a puzzle on a tightrope,…

I ate lunch, im talking to the beautiful women here, im lying on my bed, playing a game, thinking how to get thru a puzzle ruin, thinking what other women will say to you,  thinking, i cant control what youll think of me after this mess of our love, so ive gotten high, playing puzzles…

Are you for real? I take my mind off you for a second, and youre blowing up at me? After many, many births, looking for you, G, ive finally found you, and they say youre one, because you went off, crazy at me, what do i care if you were, i care so much, you’re…

How does a poem fit you? Same as the world comes thru you, now, your elemental anger or joy, changes the whole overcast day set to your mood, and thru you, G, enter the gods, who create or destroy

I love you, G, you silly woman, im in bed fully clothed by myself, and youre crying out at me over a dream, do you know what its like, G, as if one lost their touch with their own body, floating there, waiting for your touch to bring her to life, but there goes reality,…

To talk to a man is as nothing to me, but women are magic and can curse or bless thee, and of such spells woman gives me great anxiety, of your craft G, i only realise its you, a while after youve past me, and, G, after i invite you into me Will i only…

For how could you not check my temperature, G, im in a fever, im speaking deranged, you’re dr strange, and our love is kept in illustrations i cannot reach, would you say my chemicals are imbalanced, or is kizmet, doc, in your professional opinion, a psychiatric delusion? Why else dismiss my love, couldn’t you use some…

I’ve written 100 quaint sonnets, about you, imagine how much poetry ill write when i actually find out something or anything, about you, G? What state you come from? Oh tell me kansas, we’ll fly there, like dorothy! Oh tell me you like poetry! Will you tell me, mostly, you love me?