Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

spins

I spent my first campaign in Capital City - the big wheel - DC - learning a strange religion of elemental conspiracy.

I have been writing since I was a child.  I had the interesting experience of having my journals, letters, stories, poems and novels submitted to a forensic psychologist.  We call him Zapp.  My eX developed the interesting idea that my journals proved I was a dangerous psychopath.  It would have been more interesting if I showed any psychopathic traits in my writing, other than an obvious affinity for lyrical sexuality.  There shall be no hemlock in my appertif, for I have been declared officially not dangerous to youth.  Not particularly dangerous, anyway.  No more dangerous than your typical human male.

History has persuaded me that we - men - are now and have always been expendible.  That's why we kill each other, for any and every reason.  Too many men isn't good for anyone, socially speaking.  Excess men turn into marauders.

The eX is rapidly losing the children.  I would never have imagined she would self-destruct in such a spectacular way.  I wonder if she regrets dumping me for a moron.  Che sera.

My writings bit her in the ass, giving me respect rather than psychopath.  She still has two boxes of original manuscripts in her possession.  Unfortunately, she is stupid enough to be cruel and destroy twenty years work.  So it goes.

I should have thought of that before I attacked Russia, n'cest pas?

Rolling,

M

posted by: Malinov at 12:11 | link | comments (2) |

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#1  17 November 2005 - 14:32

 

If the eX is stupid enough to destroy twenty years of writings, how do you expect her to realize her loss in leaving you for a complete moron? She clearly had no idea what to do with an intelligent man as yourself.

Although you write here, I wonder if I met you on the street if I would have pegged you as being a writer...

solyluna

#2  17 November 2005 - 19:08

 

Alas, it is true. I am lucky to have escaped her dim-witted clutches.

Perhaps you would have deduced my penchant for wordification from my eagerness to listen to stories and my strong fingers.

M

Malinov

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