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Logbook » Sweet serenade

written by owen, 4 days ago

‎I am not sure what it is but I am getting sick and tired of cheese‎. Cheese is everywhere. I am not sure why really because in the old days if you wanted cheese you had to get a cheese burger. Or something that was similarly titled "cheese xxxx". Nowadays cheese is omnipresent like rice or monkeys. I think it's some kind of conspiracy or something. I am not sure why you would make everything taste like cheese. Once you add cheese to anything you can't taste anything else. What's the point?

I need to be redeemed. It is the way I am. My evil deeds will catch up to me sooner or later - the future is what it is.   This is your life but it is our time. You can change it a little but that train that is going to run you over has already left the station and is gaining speed. No use worrying about the future - it is coming. Bus and women. Money for this art. There is no stopping it. Pray all you want. A fail to kiss is a fail to cope.

No matter how easy things seem to be there is always a regular line and special line. Even simple things are produced in a way which average people can easily consume and be happy about in thier average way. You can dream big and even give the appearance of being in a better place than you are. But at the end of the day no one matters except the people who stick around when you go crazy. We all die and a new model always comes out, brand new clip, brand new nine, brand new weed, brand new high.‎ Keep searching.

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Are you doing better than your parents when they were your age?

all things considered.

written by owen, 6 days ago, Answer this question

And the Sign Says.. » Go slow

written by owen, 6 days ago

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Your heart might not be able to take it. While in Belize.


Pimp Juice » Clear Fanta

written by owen, 8 days ago

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I was not really sure if this was water or cream soda. All I knew that it was in a glass bottle. When I asked the bartender to give me a glass he quickly through it into a glass with some caribbean vodka at which point it was all vodka I was tasting. So it go.


Logbook » Work

written by owen, 11 days ago

‎I am the last person you want to leave inside a airport duty free lounge with money in his pockets. Slow like honey. It is hard to resist ridiculously expensive Prada Gucci sunglasses and designer shirts. If only I was not so prone to accidentally losing sunglasses‎ or leaving them in the danger zone. Maybe I need to spread myself around more.  This is how we get by.

The closer things get to perfection, the more likely they are to  fall a part. Nothing is perfect - we all live one version of our life at a time. Change your life.  Love me until you hate me. All we have are memories and each other.  Everything, everyone else doesn't matter. We are driving down a road filled with triple speed bumps and potholes. Its a world of shit but in the end, if you add it all up we only have one life to live. No sense spending it reading the manual.

I hate the feeling. It is like climbing a rope that is hung from the ceiling and reaching the point where your hands can no longer carry the weight of your body. At that point it is a battle with gravity.  You will eventually lose. Winner takes it all. The last few ounces of energy are only enough to contemplate on the past journey to this point. The more you hold on - the less you have.‎

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