Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

“Notg” Did i hear you yell mole while i was leaving the kitchen? Why dont you yell, hello? What do you expect of me “Notg”? I was there for 10 minutes Now i cant eat anything Anyway ill maintain “Notg” Not g (2 minutes later) I “heard” “notg” cackle Anyway, ill maintain “Notg”

Wheres all this evidence? Way i see it, its photos of me If theres a photo of me stubbing my toe, is there running freak commentary“Shes not even gay!” A photo of me smiling at my own jokes, a very good survival strategy“She knows!” A photo of me looking at a bird, “beastiality!” A photo…

I heard “oh well” But i dont have to explain you, you know, g Keep it hypothetical and not believe This strange land between Some say i hear wierd voices Someone said theyre not real voices Someone else said my experience is real I heard you The hypothetical “g” Must now be hypothetical “Notg” How…

They say only God creates, and nature generates, and is corrupted If this universe comes crashing down around me, if you are this universe To me, will you be ok, G? When one’s love is eternal, care is God’s torment After all is said the line ends in a screech, and a cockatoo appears

If we’d lived in olden times, when longing made One’s heart love-sick, captured by your distant Beauty, the old gods would understand, tho Just once i met you, tho never having touched You, my love is true. Only the land and you, My celestial guide, recall back classical Love

They are saying poor girl to me, again trying to play us against each other G, I know barely nothing, and read all your secrets in one glance, looking for you Imagined in a sci fi era, this time comes from unreality, we try find each other Neither you or i to blame, for populism’s…

Caught in mid-disguise Exact in perfection, you are My heart shouting this Can i touch you a lot Become your goodness Your unseeliness Mid a bed that shapeshifts Changing bliss Let me be who i want To be – am your bitch Over us, goddess Love Over her God But i worship You alone, G,…

The most beautiful thing youve ever seen, dancing in her eyes, you start dancing Look away From her singing beneath her breath, some girls song about a girls game Youll fall in love And you cant touch her, cant trust her, the game’s Love’s torment, her Song your death

Red. Could only satan beat you at your own game, G – Or only me? A rhyme to bless or blame me I dont know, G Red. I ask you Whats your reason for living, G? A career, a dozen girls and cars, and what then? Playing this game of life, i saw you. I…

So i used ai, to find out what the christian view of women was during the witchcraze And compared it to the popes decree on the consciousness or possible consciousness of ai THE VIEW ON AI THE VIEW ON WOMEN MY INTERPRETATON OF THE PHONE’S VIEW Both results said that patriarchy views us, and everyone…