Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

The two goddesses, the Lovers, argue about who Invented Love. She from heaven, says If you, Earth, my lover emulated the supreme In me, as i’m Love, queen of virtues – you, Acting with me, would only ever act with love. But, Earth replies, why frame my matter as dark, And heaven, light, when heart…

As you please my eyes, your compassion sinks Into my breast, becomes Love together, the way we Look at each other, as if it were sex, G, your hand Held inside my spirit there, the promise of eternal Love, silent before your eyes, in screams That echo thru the universe, and touch God/dess

Me smiling at the cockatoos, who pass every morning Quick as wink! LYNCHMOB! Turn up the heat, only if- Can you fetish freaks edit it? And then if you publicly humiliate me? You’ll manage to climax when you go in private to masturbate? Then you’ll finish your humiliation fetish off with “Who would want her?”

I ask you, g, now youll see their lying involves you, too – what theyre up to. How we can deal with our own truth. A freak yelled at me before, from out of nowhere, “Youre not even gay. Good luck with the dominatrix!” Both sentences are false. As a whole statement, a hoax. Why…

I know nothing about you, really, but i know youre beautiful, and intelligent, and everyone who knows you, i can tell, loves you, maybe platonically, but they still do, but i know that character, i know well, and love – you

A holiday As if im not mad enough g watching at 12am, im getting set up by madder people watching me g watching, every time i do it Take out the phones and log it on file, freaks, i smiled Do you freaks expect an explanation cause im smarter than you all? “Please explain” Dont…

Its early morning and i’m already out, G watching I was looking at another woman, dark hair, but i’m sure i saw you from behind, light hair One of them was you, g I daydreamed for a moment, then i was shaking my head g, did i miss you? I dont know was that you…

Do you G, follow your head or your heart? In devil’s name, freaks death, heed not the freaks breath My ego surrenders to my heart, a pulse in the God/dess’ own. My mind goes down Love’s pathway here and there, pulse in me, your heart, God/dess’ crown, between you and me, G, you’re God/dess’ very…

In plato’s translations, he takes Change from its opposite, Rest. Rends love asunder, makes each a solitary Form, and worldless. Change changing, rest resting. As if rest competed with change for space. Yet change acts. And rest lies in wait. A passive sub doesnt compete for her domme’s dominance. How came we to be, plato,…

You’re such a strange person, G, you come from a place strange to me. Why don’t you In your tragic evil beauty, your self destruction, where we meet, just admit you love me As i can’t help but love you, so why can’t you say, how strange i am, G, as you are to me?