Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

How do i survive it? Wouldnt they like to know! When i didnt die, ’twas something of a miracle, how didnt i die? But i met the strangest person ive ever met in my life, G, ’twas something of a miracle, tho i dont know why

You smiled:) G, im so overjoyed, after that mockery, God’s bursting out from my chest, i feel like jesus, wants to throw His arms made in Heaven, ’round your manifest Earth, G, my mary magdalene, mary magdalene you are, to me

This is Absurd, out of your order, or not? People filming me walking on the grass, the house cleaner turning up at 7.30am, whats the big controversy? Is the grass not meant for walking on, and will i make the floor dirty? G? Where’d you go? You drove past, but somethings preoccupying me, i think…

I dont know why im going out at 5.30, im a poet, for i mostly cant see, i guess i cant help myself, now, how can it be? Seems im no longer quite me, im more like G, does it mean, shes profound, now, more like me

Gotta watch raelene, having her coffee, as usual! Hit record and then edit, add in any fantasy you have! A duplicate will appear before you, and the duplicate raelene, will do anything you desire, you’ll be the talk of town! G, the duplicate lives in mirrors, dont listen to what they say, G, i love…

G, hear the bells in trees ring, din din, as they drop in hazelnuts, around silver ponds, where people pick their incarnations from, and salmon count each hazelnut they eat, and from them hatch the golden rule 1 + 1 = 2, This equation in the other life, a tight fit with this life, eke…

The skeptical universe, weighs a feather, weighed against feeling and impulse, fleeing dread, or of heroism, weighed upon that measure, to question the boorish mind, putting itself before you, G, having tested Love’s weight, ‘gainst my own thought process In my eyes a sprite, G, lighter than skepticisms feather, your spirit of Love, i venerate, higher…

One night we met, on a night we met, that night we met, like Fate overhead, met there, on the night we met, in the sky where you sat, illuminous, that night fell on my head

As if your sillouette was thrown against an alley wall, yet i dont know who’s behind it, are you the White Crow, or do you change into Catwoman? Your shadow moves thru Dandenong, leading my life along, as if Romeo, were chasing you thru the alleyways of Gotham

Whether you or not, doesn’t matter, one of their double set ups, now, if its not me, they get you, G, and try set us against each other, its all a made-up stereotype, about some kind of female competition, really, G, im a lezzo, and couldnt give a damn about them or their fantasy,  I…