Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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bone that gnome
little tiny briantrying to break her hymantime and time and time and time again she tried to deny him, little tiny brianmet this big guy and really liked himit was kinda frighteningshe fell fast and hard as lighteningbut she did not abide himshe was too slow on decidingand she got caught lyingabout little tiny brian…
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robbing your will to i am.
too savage and damaged to manage deep as a maggot on acid who plans this? a whole planet gone manic turn magic to madness triumphantly tragic took Aladdin’s lamp and cracked it. while begging for lashes hoping to vanish in sadness while laughing
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that sacred fake shit
my love i scribe for you wonders of consciousnessglorious wisdom of subtle splendordeciphering all truths, and the fallacy of longing i scribe for you epics of shamanic spiritual endeavori invoke upon paper with ink the ideals of buddha naturelove, messianic and christ like i conjure kabbalistic angels and revel with them in heavenly ecstasyi whirl…
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death sex is for insects
And love has been replaced by narcissism commitment by finance and Romance by fetish
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One night stand by your man
stand by your manno matter whateven if he has a million dollarsand you need to bang broke poetsto get off
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Season with Solitude
solitude in nature is a heavenly ecstasy where creativity runs chaotic as the roots of trees, and climbs high beyond the sharp stars of the dark sky. Grabbing mangoes like a maniac, and pounding out poems like an unprincipled prophet, summer seems to simmer with a hot little touch madness, but nothing a bike ride…
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The peaceless tear us to pieces.
Please shift.Be. Sit. Dismiss. Breath. Spirits liftWinds within. Release what you resist. Kiss bliss.
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Reach to Teach
How do you teach someone to learn to choose gratitude and happiness? How do you remove a fixation on negativity from someone who is consumed by their own darkness?I like to think i taught myself, by seeking out those more wise than i, and listening to them. They taught me the proper vibration was what…
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closer to closure
she’s happy not to have to ask mefor permission when she’s wishing to behave badly she likes it when i’m in crisissmiling in silent violence when her psychic knife hits she loves it, cant get enough of itwhen im begging her to touch it and she says fuck you asshole tough shit so she says…
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I would like to thank anyone who ever ripped me to Pieces so I could write poetry on the scraps of who I am I GO THRU ME LIKE LOOSELEAF IM NOT SURE ABOUT THIS ONE Its hard to steal a womanfrom a man with no ambivalence He has an I on you
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