Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

filling in the blanks

The first time I saw 8 mile, I was delighted with the twisted vision as nmn walks in on his mom - kim basinger - enjoying the company of her companion.  There is a brief moment when the full naked of Kim's back extending to the limits of her end delighted my view.

I remembered the scene vividly, the beautiful violin flesh of a lovely mama.

The second time I watched the flick, I paid close attention as rabbit unlocks the double-wide.  Kim is still beautiful in her own special way - I'm a sincere fan of Fool for Love with my arch-nemesis Sam - gnash, gnash, snarl, talented son-of-a-hobbit - but Kim's behind could not compare to the incredible vision of rear-end perfection that has been catalogued in my mind under the first viewing.

Apparently, in that first glimpse of Kim's ass, I only saw a hint.  My mind's eye airbrushed my vision, filling in the gaps, the best way I knew how.

The reality was entirely - at a certain level - different than my memory.

Eyewitness testimony is - by and large - as useless as anectdotal information. 

There are whole universes that we do not perceive.  We cannot perceive.  Understanding is an endless journey, with plenty of cul-de-sacs and no short cuts.

Enjoy

M

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