Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

You try catch my eyes with your slimy mind, saying, Cmon, raelene, buggerise me, I walk on by, behind My back, you call me whore and slut, yet, not satisfied With that, you pull out your privileged trick-joker, Your Tracy, to insult me, and still you’ll not let me be, You have to come up…

https://www.britannica.com/topic/The-Sound-and-the-Fury-novel-by-Faulkner For best synopsis of this masterpiece 1 Been writing idiotically about g’s Beauty She’s my fictional caddy Her picture, her character, her aura – g-caddy – What can she want of me? Lost for words – 2 Trying to express my love her In a world, condemned – not able, to release – in this…

I wrote about not seeing any snails or slugs, and after a blustering outburst of weather to see what was happening, I looked outside They appeared I was so happy to see them, I thought I’d give them their due honour,  lol

Loving you a million times said, if someone fell back, a million times, get said again – grass mowed, springing into full growth Life, a force unto itself, Hermes at work crafting guile, a gifted muse to call for life’s elixir of health I love you, or if you or I’s love fell, I’d get…

I always wanted redemption To tell someone I love her For perhaps then she’d know I’m superwoman And pass on with her, holding hands past death And I heard it said Whatfore did those bastards Kill jesus on the cross Why not me instead But to show us all, me, life in death And have…

Every weekend, there’s wars in my elven ears, different sides speaking, opposed – one you, is in love with me, one you just wants me to suffer, and I think each one is YOU And part of ME, wants to forget about you, and move on from an unrequitted love, the other part still melts,…

Gone – Morning parades of snails and slugs, happy being themselves, Under starlight, Gone to earthlight laughter in bells no longer ringing in tune, in time, sinking into blue – Where fled you? When laughter becomes a thing of the past, too? Gone mad, Reminiscing to itself Will I be but a memory, then, in…

Seems to be my lifelong existential questioning I ask of the universe Why am I still here? No matter how hard I try to die, I can’t Nothing good happens anymore Nothing I say seems to have any meaning, who even cares, really, texting, Why mobile phone, am I here? What the answer to all…

So if I know I’m being filmed, why would I act, according to the claim, Then deny the same, if I know it’s on film, you’d just blackmail me – you illogical Braindead As a knowledge grown round you, but not yet found you, to my heart I’ve discovered bdsm. If religion purchases their powerlessness,…

I cannot sit, in 6.30am, alone in 6.30am’s love’s torture, With Freak-worms feeling their suckers to my ears, I cannot sit, when love’s going sour, you know, let love’s Light go out, like that, everywhere, knowing you now, In moon’s return, adventure cannot sit still, but in future Evolve, I don’t look back in anger,…