Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Fated, we met there, id gone up to the lookout tower in the video that wont send, because ive spammed you too much, From there, scanned all melbourne, from the bay to the ranges, to where i stood on that land, and asked Fate, where do i find my G? Was just before, affinity in…

Some uncrazy woman, somewhere, shouting you poor girl, thankyou beautiful woman, but i differ, in a society this crazy, that allows this to happen to lesbians, to be an outcast is a blessing, is to be a lesbian, is to hear beautiful women shouting their hearts out

I read of Allah’s Light within, and when i went out to see you, G, was the image of God, or Allah, in the sap coming from the tree? Resonating, i didnt see God/dess, i saw a tree, I didnt see a tree i saw thee, As i walked out to see all three, synchronise,…

When i saw your aura and you looked up at me at that desk, Love’s gamble began – for your heart, i gave you my own, G I fell in love with you, and whenever i know its you it happens again Whenever i look at you, when Love gives me her command – to…

Because i want to be loyal to you, G, only you, and im mistaking other women for you, im forgetting we’re not speaking, my texts are prayers of a constant communion, where i can ask you, please text, please?

Ive fallen in love with you many times, G Even if you turn your back on me Ive fallen in love with your derriere, too

Why are people even questioning anything about me? Because of you,Why am i still living? Because of you, Thankyou doc, My advice for your living soul to keep healthy, G? My same advice as with everything else, in bad times or in blessings, Keep following your Heart

You just giggle, and its so extraordinary, it says so much about laughter to me, and i then spend hours trying to capture it, and i could write a compedium, attempting to decipher you passing me by, giggling, G

We think this is the way we’ll always be, and, G, i owe you my gratitude, please accept my thanks for being you, thankyou blowing thru the trees, thankyou, for the way you are right now, G, the past, is many thankyou’s dancing on a wingèd moonbeam, entering into the future with me, come we’ll…

Seemed my eyes only saw objects, that apart from my mind Moved – flew, swam, walked, and crawled, hit like an 8 ball round My minds empty yards. But you opened my mind, you populate The suburban air, are you of the faerie race? And moved me, taken Me there, trees to rise up from…