Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

As if you were enchanted, id follow you thru every realm of your shapeshifting, on my quest, calling on heavens wind to guide me, to find, and discover the real you, G

Awestruck, a sudden dependence, Christians say, one can listen to this description, but until one experiences it themselves, one will never understand their religion Something bigger than me – are you God, G? It was in you, i found me

Im a brat, G, and i love teasing you, pushing the limit, and shit stirring you, but i know the beautiful hag of the mill does to me, too. You push my limits, G, beyond the real, what i would have been, a much lesser person, had i not stepped up for you

You be Betty, and ill be Norma, 1950’s housewives, making muffins, do you know how to flick someone, or blindfold them with a tea towel, upon a bench, keep the muffins baking? Bind me in glad wrap, bring me your knife, let me cut myself out, take it back again, G, and use it to…

People with tourettes have invented a story around me. I added to the whole story, G, scared of you, as if the people of tourettes would blurt out their lies to you But i text you, and, yes! You appear, wave your wand in a faerie tale, banish the tragedy. I dont know why youre…

I have noone to talk to except you, and everything goes into poetic form now, constructing your beauty and love next to me, as if you were here not just in text, but in flesh, and my poetry could touch your arm

Do you know what its like, G, to survive by fighting life, to find, in the end, youre submitting? And it thrills my sex, but that didnt exist until i submitted to you, my whole life explained in bdsm – you, queen Tied together for me, all the clues

Are you with Notme again? I sometimes wonder who Notme really is. She could almost be different people. But Notme never changes. Who are they? Notme!

The junior fake earring, getting in the way again, you were on the verge of telling me, what did you want to say G? And why do you never say it, my queen? And then she stepped in. Who is junior, why is she looking at my private messages to you, andWhat the heck is…

Do you feel beautiful, g, in whatever disguise, when you look at me now, you look like youre the most irresistable queen on this earth, and thats my favourite look of yours, the way you keep me in awe, full of your confidence – wicked and sexy, Queen