Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

the beast

I am using the satellite photo of Katrina from NASA's photo of the day site as my wallpaper.  What a monster.  The amount of energy in that system is simply incredible, an order of magnitude that purely belongs to nature.  Our insignificane is exposed - living at the whim of a planetary system, holding on dearly to our self-conscious presence as the earth rattles and shakes almost imperceptibly, bringing feast and famine with subtle changes.

Have I run on sufficiently? 

It's funny that people feel the need to persuade us.  I find it difficult enough to keep a grip on my own feelings, without trying to push anyone else into whatever place I think they should be.  Getting the beam out of my eye is quite enough of a chore for me.

"The Structure of Magic" - a psychology-NLP text rather than a metaphysical tome - taught us that when people generalize, they are typically thinking of a specific example, believing that they are masking their emotional intensity by avoiding a specific statement.  A shudder of emotional energy will often run through the speaker when asked to reveal the specific source data. 

Greg is still struggling with his leg, so we'll wait to see if the X-rays reveal any real damage.  In the meantime, he's in charge of documentary scheduling.  We're in the artic right now, hanging with some polar bear cubs.

In a swirl of a miracle, my eX has become both reasonable and kind.  Something changed - I can guess at reasons, but they are only guesses.  The sigh of relief is deeply felt.  Things appear to be headed positively.  Knock on wood.

We knock on wood because wood nymphs are very mischevious, enjoying nothing more than a bit of irony.  Speak in hubris in their company and the woodies will make certain that the fall is not long in coming.  So we knock on wood to frighten the woodies away.  When there is no wood around, there is no need to knock on wood, because there are no woodies if there is no wood. 

Has anyone else ever noticed the mischevious quality of wood?  My wood has always remained fairly humorless.  Well, a little ironic, if the truth be told.  Not nearly as sarcastic as glass.  Glass really pisses me off.

Malinov
skating the thin ice of life

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