Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

League

I seem to have come down with a light case of poison ivy.  I have basically two scratch lines on the back of my left thigh and (I think) a small spot near my left eye.  We used to have a serious ivy infestation but I did my best to commit ivy-cide and believed I had succeeded.  I don't know where the ivy is, but I don't think I got it from a living plant unless it has escaped my notice.  The plants, they are so sneaky.

Poison ivy sucks.  You can quote me on that.  Death to Ivy!

The flood - the disintegration of the Bosphorus to create the Black Sea in about 7500 BC - was probably one of the most cataclysmic natural disasters to strike humanity.  A huge population, including many cities, were suddenly sunk into 500 feet of water as the ocean filled the valley dried by a lengthy ice-age.  Imagine if one of our great lakes suddenly rose 500 feet, within about 24 hours.  That's several thousand hurricanes worth of destruction, all at once and it doesn't go away.  What a scene that must have been.

Ain't nobody's business but the Turks.

Leaving church on Sunday morning, I found myself approaching the entire cast of my family drama as they gathered near the door.  Engrossed in conversations, the only one who noticed me coming was the daughter of my eX's doofus.  Her dark eyes grew large with a panicked sense of terror.  I don't know the girl very much, but the fear I inspire in her is incredible.  She probably understands - on a basic, unconscious level - that the crimes of her father against me give me a kind of moral license to kill him.  He believes it too, sharing his fear with his daughter to multiply hers.

I haven't killed anyone, despite my rights.  I would like him to understand that - in my opinion - he deserves death followed by eternal damnation.  But justice is not my business.  I will do my best to live a good life, to move past the wrongs that have been visited upon me.  The Universe will take care of wreaking vengeance on his soul.

I decided to walk past the throng, exercising my right to avoid.  I don't believe I can face him and mask the muderous rage I feel towards him.  As I stepped outside, Cats bumped into her eX-girlfriend unaware and had the presence of mind to ask about some meds we needed for the elder son.  Their talk was cordial, although I am told the doofus gnashed his teeth in furious frustration during the encounter.  He fears not only me, but Cats, realizing that either one of us, or both, might re-enter the eX's life.  When your husband pairs up with your girlfriend, you face extraordinary situations.

The girls often tease Cats about her bisexuality.  Sometimes life goes to the strangest places.

I am so happy to finally have an overabundance of book shelves - it has been decades since my shelf supply exceeded my book supply.  Bookshelves allow me to see my books, to arrange my books, to feel their inviting presence, to yearn for the tales and information I will discover in the tiny marks.

The Epic of Gilgamesh was written in triangles - cuneiform.  Alphabets are an amazing aspect of humanity.

One of the reasons we survived and the other homonoids didn't is because we ate meat.  All the vegetarian homonoids died out.  Neanderthal died because it couldn't talk and the People of the Word managed to slaughter a competitor that couldn't discuss defense.

Malinov

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