Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

weird

The pizza girl told me that I was weird. 

I thought we were already in agreement on that point.  Maybe she didn't get the memo.

She augmented her description with the counter-stroke that it was of the good kind.  I'm ready to accept that I am weird in a good way.  I'm certainly not sure what it means, but it feels right.

Looking at my resume and looking at them people I will be negotiating with, I have realized that I must tailor my character to the role. 

I am going to adopt a Bruce Wayne sort of style.  Mysteriously powerful.  Sharp-dressed man. 

Every girl is crazy, no?

I told her that she was gorgeous.  I've been telling women that lately.  I enjoy using my power to make random women giddy.

Realizing that I cause panic, I have determined on a strategy of hanging around to generate familiarity and expression to cast realistic colors to their paranoid fantasies.  People have to get used to me.  That's just the kind of guy I am. 

Since I'm a sweetheart, I don't have much trouble charming anyone. 

Patience becomes the key to everything.

I won't live in the north no more because people wear too many clothes in the north, way too much of the time.  I'm a major supporter of bare flesh.   shake it shake it shake it baby

Bruce Wayne - cooler than any of the representations, by far.  This is the Bruce in my head, the one that has a much cooler name than Bruce - I mean, come on, David is definitely more in line with my vision.

I work with mental models.  I create the model and then I form the reality accordingly.

Sometimes, I amaze myself. 

Enjoy,

M

posted by: Malinov at 13:36 | link | comments (2) |

Comments:

#1  16 July 2006 - 12:31

 

You'd probably fit in well in the S. of France or Spain.

Just a stray thought.

jennybird

#2  18 July 2006 - 09:23

 

sometimes, you amaze me.

I wonder if I'm the only one.

solyluna

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