Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

After all of your lies are you surprised I’ve survived And even stand by your side when i cried so hard i almost died My mother is dead my fathers gone too And somehow all they left me ended up with you You made me a promise I’m still waiting to come thru But I’ll…

DOES THIS WORK? Am I the one to blame Things all feels the same This game we are always playing Is getting kind of lame And  You got my fucked up Its never enough Write some new stuff Write some new stuff Over and over  the same old shit Lower and lower  I’m getting sick…

How to change lanes while driving in Miami  1. Hide all paraphernalia just in case  2. Use turn signal or don’t cuz no one else does and they will just take it as a challenge and play chicken to see who flinches first 3. Honk aggressively to inform the tenacious bastard desperately in love with…

You gotta turn a blind eye for your mind to survive. It’s got to be hazy or you’re gonna go crazy if you can see clearly you’re gonna pay dearly everything so far gone is better to be a moron.

Welcome gentleman You made it to World famous club Madonna  The only strip club on the beach with Sensual and incredible Hypnotizing mesmerizing Captivating and  spectacular Full friction fantasies all night long The loveliest moist luscious ladies delicious delicate and delectable, candy apple baby dolls, so sweet they’ll rot your teeth, beyond amazing it’ll make you…

Most pets suck and don’t understand what it is to be an entertainer. They don’t study. They don’t create technique. They don’t understand wordplay or storytelling or rhythm. They just demand the audience be moved thru some strange virtue signaling extortion.  Real poetry is magic. It is applied technique invoking spontaneous synchronicity. It’s chaos magic…

You want water Not that sugary shit Embrace the headache bitch It just a little itch You can deal with it Until you you don’t feel it Sugar is an addiction A self destruction missing  Have another coke You’ll get high and then be broke You drink water Not that sugary shit You want sugar…

She is heaven sent In her element The past is irrelelent In the arms of her benevolent  The muse that your after Make a. Master of each craft No art will out last her The infinites special caster She’s the disire in one’s heart The fire where the inspired forge their  Art She the muse…

NEG LECTOR  She’s so fine and fit I want lick  her picture then get with her and ditch her. I’m like a trickster wizard of big dick insert then magical prick spurt  jam master jizzer so much pussy my piss hurts im sinister to your sisters What’s for dessert? A game of twister unzip her lips witness…