Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

butterfly wings

We watched a documentary on bullets - naked science - fascinating in a horrible way.  They showed how different bullets tear flesh.  They had an electric gun that could fire a million bullets per second.  A guided bullet - still in development - can be used to intercept other bullets.  Hunter seekers, here we come.

With all my books off the floor, I have only a few shelves to spare.  It is so delightful to have full access to my library again.  Reading has often been my standard compulsion, turning years of anxiety into a sea of letters, spaces and dots.  About two-thirds of my collection is fiction, almost entirely of the "literature" genre, whatever that means.  I have long been a student of poetics and romance.  Words, words, words, saith the Hamlet.

Judith scoured my teeth clean this morning, one of the only dental appointments I have had where they didn't drill me or worse.  Don't neglect your teeth, or you will know my regrets.  At least I wised up soon enough so that I still have teeth.  You'll miss them when they're gone.

Judith takes teeth seriously.  I can respect that, even if the subject bores me soon enough.  The receptionist is a ray of sunshine in an otherwise cloudy place

My periods are gone! . . . oh, they came back.  Whew.

I was introduced to Dune in 1978 by a young woman named Selena.  She was so sexy.  We came back from lunch an hour late - we worked together slinging burgers for the seal - mesmerized by her description of the Baron and the wonders of spice.  Her boyfriend was a brute. 

Malinov

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#1  18 September 2005 - 15:21

 

dune was long my favorite book.

bluematrix

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