Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

feed your head

Remember what the dormouse said.

one pill makes you larger
one pill makes you small
and the ones your mother gives you
don't do anything at all.

Same as it ever was . . .

While at the eye doctor, the tech girl working on Tess became distracted as the testing continued.  "Shouldn't she be paying attention to what she's doing?" Matt asked Cats.  The tech, suddenly self-conscious and flustered by the ten-year-old's astute observation, went back to work.

"There is probably a better way to say that," Cats advised my ten-year-old, trying to educate his tact while acknowledging the truth of his assertion.  They make a fiesty pair, fiercely sharp minds and equally razorish tongues.

I should be wary of a coup from that quarter.  I've already warned the elder son that younger sons can be ruthless in pursuit of a throne and Matt would be a dangerous foe, by any measure, a situation that may become worse when he reaches his anticipated stature of six-four.

Good thing they love me.  A few more years and they'll be a force to contend with.

Blow winds!

If there are two great sins, they are denial and avoidance.  Eradicate those sins and paradise will be restored.

In truth, the genes are our god.  They issue commands of survival - refusal to obey is destruction.  They created society and love.  We are a manifestation of life, the expression of our genetic lords as they insistently reproduce, search and assure survival in every way possible.  Our self-consciousness is a tool created to increase the odds of our genetic survival.  Good is that which further propogates our form of existence.  Evil is that which endangers our species survival.

What absolutes are there? asked Cats.

Absolute zero, the speed of light, vodka

Planck's distance, vacuum

The speed of light is the only absolute that isn't theoretical.

Virtual particles exist everywhere, all the time.  We exist in space filled solid with matter.  We only interact with particles that don't exist in virtual pairs.

The Duke of Stupid is apparently revelling in stupidity.  I am holding back my forces until the stupidity settles a bit.  Few things are more dangerous than being caught in a swarm of morons.

Carravagio

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