Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Ive got nothing to do, my reputation is ruined, people mock as i pass, and i havent got you, G, Life would seem hell, but i think about your light passing by, and the weight falls away, as the birds take flight, And in the Earth, seems she has her own secret light, ready to…

Outside my bedroom, in a Friday night vigil, cum satanic ritual (Why listen to me talk in my sleep?) We got her According to them They found im doing something illegal In my sleep Now To get at me Lay down their own beds of curses Beesdialidy-youngmen-kids-bisexewal Theyre off their heads You want to come…

You wont talk to me, to top off a shite morning! i guess, to top it off in frozen ice,  A shite life! But perhaps i shouldnt be so unbecoming, lips frozen in strife, while I wait, and your absent relationship lengthens, to become a dream i do,  You and i, today seemed an age…

That rebellious Weltanschauung where has it gone? Its spiritual connection a maverick’s affirmation Become trapped in media jargon, christianity takes on its presentation, of a maverick institution One couldnt get a more right wing, conservative, evolution, that Weltanschauung flees from I guess people just accept mcdonalds now, too, without question Noone comes to my aid,…

Obviously im not smiling, happy as the freaks lining up, smacking their lipsAre you ok, G? Because if youre not happy i cant beI dont know what ive done, but i know Love, G, Love is love, Love’s Always herself And id love you, always, had i forever another 48 yearsPeople are looking for a…

My life is already not reality, G, youre talking to a fantasy, i know youre frightened, And probably two years ago you were right, if youre saying my schizophrenia is real, But that youre frightened if you tell me its real it breaks down my defence, Of how i maintain G or not-G, the possibility…

Remnants of the Crusades, have turned up in Australia, the Pacific Ocean You army of reavers, dont even breathe in the air, you attack me on sight, my ptsd, to “strengthen” your argument, but its not Gods argument, it comes of you freaks It begins, “You are not a lesbian, because…” Not an argument, just…

Imagine you wake up one day, to find yourself in a surveillance dystopia The citizens have been watching you while you sleep The whole country is taking part in a new form of social torture, and you have become their target Its an experiment, allowing each of its citizens to become involved in the torture…

I saw you G, and you werent your impersonator! Im not delusional, like the rest, G, i wont blame you For being impersonated, the things your impersonator does, Tho all it does now is impersonate you, Tho elizabeth taylor had impersonators, Im sure if her impersonator held up a drugstore, As if in some strange…

Dressed like you, could it be you? G? A wild trout, caught in a basket How you look like you own me that way She’s really you, cover your derriere, bent over, at play In my crisis of not belonging, to appear, you harness me, G, i thankyou The weather system clears The creek, once…