Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Casting curses at someone walking ’round smiling, the freaks hate campaign to gain the upper hand, if one cant be happy, G, its all for nothing, but, here, love’s blessing, i walking round smiling, at how many of them freaks in a row, frowning, look at them!

Seemed the freaks were winning, the crows have been gathering, and you seem’d turning into one of them, forecast of doom, with my coffee this morning, but i realised, Its the same thing as God/dess’ happiness

I wish i knew what i done wrong, G, i wish people knew what a good person you are, G, how you still always turn out in my need, at the wishing well i wished you could be there, too, and every wish we have fulfilled in each other, in bed, alone together

Shab-e Yalda i was told is winter solstice, two days past us, and i thought what a beautiful name for you, G, were you a Persian queen. M and i got lost, roads led us, we ended up at emerald lake again, at the G wishing well, Yalda engraved coincidentally, as if your name were…

Do you believe them G? Have you not seen all the footage of nothing? Hard to see nothing. For if someones not guilty, the only evidence would have to be made up, and everyone knows, theyre setting me up, G, they wouldnt have to set me up, if i was guilty I say it to…

In my mind you say You dont know. But if you knew the sight of you, as you know my soul would do, G, you can do whatever you like, and no matter what you do, bang, you know the bullet thru my heart would be for you, if you wanted me to, again you…

I know youre jealous, G, how can i show you my loyalty more than going to bed, alone every night? i know youre still jealous, but i dont know what i can do, how is it my fault if youre not here, And tho you never come, G, youre jealous from afar, dont you see…

I love you G, id kiss your forehead, a kiss for the best, id die for the better glory of god/dess, come what may, only does things for the greater good, and i, only mortal, in my heyday would hope to catch one kiss

The cleaner here at 7am, the workmen, you G, all those people filming and framing me, an anthill built on my sexuality, and thats no evidence, of anything, but this is bigger than you or me, and i dont blame, nor cast judgement at you, but ill tell you what i know, ’tis not an…

Goddess, you know how beautiful you are, you know, sleeveless, how beautiful you are, my soul to arrest, undress, cant resist how beautiful you are. Repeat, sleeveless