Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

The vision of a white crow, G, where does she go? The thread’s a tangled web, one walks in circles, forward and back, one goes back over every lead, asking Love, the grass and birds you mistake her for, every leaf shes ever touched, on the trail of the white crow, grows, shes everywhere, yet vanished…

You had done yourself up, i didnt fail to realise, as you passed me in another suburb, but couldnt look at me, i noted, and i had to wait till i got the courage to jump out behind you and say your name, G! Because we both cant resist Love, you done up, and i…

Abstract philosophy, without emotion, the invisible paradigm of love with no connection to anything, covered my eyes like eyelids, and i saw nobody right, and then you, Queen Love become G, a mortal being, and the animals become demiurges, the Otherworld, flickers like sunlight thru the trees, and i was taught how to be human,…

Youd be cat-like, amused, G, im standing in the rain trying to get a glimpse of you over my fence, passing by on a busy road, the sight of you has gotten to me! Glimpses of you in everyone who passes, G, dry in your vehicle, smiling happily, we couldn’t be more different, slave girl…

I couldnt tell if it was you, im sorry, theyre saying you want me to kill myself, now, G, maybe you did say it, and theyve got sources to prove it, and its supposed to be this great thing, so when its known ill end it, i dont care i just wish these idiots would…

Posting the feed of my thoughts, generating my own words, from the footage of them, as they position some avatar, across from me, must have got tired, i think (its boring watching someone do nothing) and tagged the next guy for watch duty, as hes now walking off, and its raining on me, heres my snapshot…

I heard a new woman raise her voice against me before, my war ‘gainst a made up monster, G, does it matter what testimony shes dreamt up about me? Same formula on her blade the rapist used, the chorus says, Shes nut evun gayye, as you know G, im stronger than her, stronger than however countless…

A linear timeline, perhaps times a circle, but some people concieve of time the mess, a tangle of string, plonked down on a desk, i espied artissan in all this, but, G, what if time were all time at one time or other, just as my dreams last night, held so many different meanings to…

When Love gives me eyes of romance, i freeze become a solid statue of armour, when you look at me with such satisfaction drawn on your lips, those times, i feel id be calmer and fare better, rather be in the midst of war, anything, than be before Love’s gaze, who can strip me of…

If i have any Virtues, you G, queen of Love, must crown them all, and my Faith in you is next, your servant, that follows your call, marching after you, thru all, thru all