Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

spirit

The struggle to calm continues. 

I awoke this morning with a start.  After determining my position, the day of the week and the hour of the morning, I quickly ascertained that operation church was still feasible.  Awakening my pretty companion, I set myself on a collision course with the kids.  Tess and Greg sang while Matthew carried the cross.  I let the universe open within me. 

My mommy and I are one.

I was reading Straight Dope and Cecil noted that this phrase "my mommy and I are one" has been shown to have very strong positive effects when delivered subliminally.   I'm going to try incorporating the message into one of my confusion mixes.  It feels strangely wonderful to say.  We are such weird beings.

The eX is putting on weight rapidly.  The Alcalde remains rather ugly but seems to be taking the grey out of his hair.   One of the more amusing details of my journey has been the number of people who have commented to me on their surprise upon witnessing the physical unattractiveness of her companion.  I don't hold any pretense to be a capable judge of manflesh - I can see the beauty some men embody, but I have no sense for the gradations. 

My children are stunningly attractive.  The most difficult part of weilding power is the tendency for our powers to turn against us.  The bigger we are, the harder we fall.  Teach your children well.

The heat of Texas August has been blistering.  I survived a lawn mowing yesterday.  My documentary education has taught me how to deal with heat more intelligently.  The danger of heat is dehydration.  The point of sweating is heat dissipation.  So, the keys to survival are rehydrating and reducing heat generation - drink gatorade frequently and move slowly.

Calmer is cooler.

Time takes a cigarette
Puts it in your mouth

Malinov

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