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written by owen, published 2015-Apr-23, comment
I did not even know you could make malta from corn syrup. Someone invented a twist off pop cap to save the people from painfully watching someone try to pop a bottle cap with their teeth. Nothing but carbohydrates in this. I got so bored drinking it that I poured some in my corn flakes to give the milk a little flavor.
written by owen, published 2015-Apr-22, comment
Sometimes I feel that I should have given up by now. Moved on to something else. An apartment in outer space. I am older but basically the same as I was yesterday with a few more gray hairs. The weight of the things I know is growing. Love again, panteth. Stranger danger. I miss comfort. Old blossom in a new born flow. What is the point of anything at all? If not to survive or be entertained or to strive for some higher goal or suffer. Heights of great men and so forth. Forged in fire and brimstone.
It struck me as strange how familiar the entire place seems. It is as if I had been here 8 months before, died and returned in a dream. The city of endless highways and palm trees growing in the middle of parking lots. It is all very strange compared to everything else that I know. Grass and palm trees, grass and palm tree, super duty trucks. Endless parks, manicured lawns, perfectly round ponds full of ducks. Sidewalks all perfectly straight, grass perfectly cut as if by magic fairies in the night. Paradise.
It all begs to question whether this is all real or part of my imagination. Obviously the people exist is this present place, now and are alive like the trees and the bugs and the ducks so there must be a source of life. I personally have lost all track of time. The day breaks then the night falls. The fine measures of time that I have cultured over the years have been striped away and all I have left are cloudy skies and tired eyes. Sleep time.
written by owen, published 2015-Apr-17, comment
Is it ever too early to have a beer? You want to be at the edge of the world where the days are never ending and all you have are you inhibitions and bad influence. No evening appointments. You do what you want for as long as you can. Believing beer is the beer of Belize. I had 7 bottles could have been more if the bottles didn't keep disappearing. View OpenStreetMap
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written by owen, published 2015-Apr-15, comment
It rarely disappoints. At frenchman's cove, Portland Jamaica.
written by owen, published 2015-Apr-12, comment
At the intersection of East Parade and East Queen Street, downtown Kingston, Jamaica.
