Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

so many words

There are so many things to say
That will never be said
and even if said
would never be heard

Seeing things from a slightly shifted perspective, I am going to try a gentler tack.  The flourishes of my style may be apt to confuse the issues, to spark emotions that would best let lying,  The poetic skills can be a stiletto in masterful hands.

But I get carried away . . . back to the matter at hand.

It has become apparent to me that I am attracting projections - beyond the basic animus role, I am being cast as Dionysus in psychdramas around me.  Break on through to the other side.  Cats says I am a much better Dionysus than Mojo, but I am the new Dionysus, same as the old boss, but cooler.  They say Jim was an asshole.  He had some interesting poetic ideas, stiletto worthy.

My curls play a role, so stay before me, Delilah.  I need a bit of a trim but the scissors will be carefully supervised.  The remainder of Cindy will be watched as well, in a tone of appreciation rather than caution.  She is a sexy girl.  I have a taste for beauty.

Things are coming together, in most respects.  Given the madness and stupidity that seems prevalent in the society around me, I am self-impressed, for avoiding the traps that plague us.  So many kooks, so little time. 

Malinov

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