Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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MESS, I, HUH?
there are people in my family, that look down on me for the choices i make, and how i live my life, despite the fact that it is my choice, and i am happy. i have volumes of art that prove my worth to my muse, my heart, my G-d. but they tell me to…
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Make. Believe.
spiral tapestry of concurrent concepts constantly reiterating reality truth determined is an artistic reaction a hallucination that determines your sanity
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PUBLISH YOUR PUBES FOR THE PUBLIC
i got youto get youto gut youout of my heart i found youto find youand fine youand collect some art the confusionand the bruisingfrom losingyou made me nuts but slowlyi came to knowingand wrote some poetrywhen you came back to fuck once youve lyingthe whole timeout of your mindsuch a slut but now we endback…
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EVERYTHING IS FINE AS LONG AS IT RHYMES
Poets are terrible workers Terrible Owners Terrible managers Terrible customers Poets are terrible boyfriends Terrible girlfriends Terrible best friends Terrible sisters Terrible brothers Poets are terrible people But also quite wonderful lovers
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GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
Now come give me a sloppy one Now were you thinking If you answered d, your hired, welcome to Hell Have a nice day
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coughing in my coffin
eclisiastic post synamptic catastrophic metablic gin and tonic so erotic quite quixotic electric vomit you know you want it flaunt it its haunted spiritually demonic if youve got it pawn it raise funds for bong hits only smoke the bomb shit
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taboo
fetus butt pluggodskeet prostate cancer helen keller nigger nazi gangbang crucifiction 12 apostle golden shower aids tag your it virgin mary mother theresa scissoring dripping cunt juice blood puddle they called joseph misses my grandmother sucked off baby jesus and snowballed in my mouth mohamed wife beater virgin mary hemmoroid explosion spectacular the tea bag…
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We Owe it All to Love
there are so many of themswarming legions of half menall with hands out and palms upwith empty pocketsor bags full of baubles worth less then the worry they causewhen they leave you wonderingif they are even realor just robotsprogrammed for a metallic romancepre-approved courtships like credit cardsyou can count onpetty casheasy comeeasy gothey charge and…
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starving rabbits fuck and eat each other’s young
when our days are numberedwe fight for inspirationwe take it every secondthe clock an enemywhen we see its handsas the sands of deathour glass half emptyhalf full of eternity when our days our numberedthe small betrayals take on a holy significancethat must be disregarded cut your losses every minuteevery strike of the bell a stroke…
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nauseous agnostic
finding the mindless landscape of eternal unknowingletting go of egoergoyour own soul who knows which way the wind blows such low blows, those who suppose they’ve grown beyond comprehension, beyond this dimension descent or ascention its all perspective its perplexing whats the purpose? is it sin or service? for what is it we are searchin…
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