written by owen

If this is your a first time reading, you will most likely wonder how or what is meaning of this site (refered to as "it"). The Logbook is a complicated narrative lyric. It is an acquired taste. Much like the author's but different. I never know what it will be like. I'm not driving. And that is not a picture of the DLBG in the masthead life like Grand Theft Auto PSP. I'm knee deep in the concrete. Advance from the devil, Lord G.O.D. I need to guidance to be true. Hurricane season.

The site is abstract like a feeling of elation or well-being that is not based on reality and is commonly exaggerated. Euphoria. Your love is what I feel like I'm dieing inside. Its like watching too many movies when the streets are made of quicksand. Its not driven by anything tangible such as my life or what I did yesterday, next week, next year, a process of occasions, events or the like. Its all in the uncomfortable moment, memories, in a Volvo puffing on the lala, say hi to the bad guy. Living this day like the next will never come. On a black river boat ride. I'm good at being uncomfortable, PHP, ASP .NET, MSSQLS, MYSQL, intranets and everything web. What doesn't kill me makes her happy.

Functionality Over Design, Simplicity over art. Try to stay far removed. Back to black. A fail to kiss is a fail to cope. If you try to relate you'll only end up with tunnel vision. Be selfish and narrow minded. Take a step back. Life is predictable like a shadowboxer, in the daylight, half the time. Or a monkey that smiles like a child, born yesterday. It will elicit an emotion from you like a scent that you can perceive by sight. It annoys me too but I can't slow down. Once a week. Its gonna be a bright bueatiful day.

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