Lohbado spent the weekend in a stupor of pain killers after having two molars pulled out. It didn't take long for him to notice pain killers were worse than the pain. He stopped taking them and felt better. A certain level of pain is a normal part of the human condition. He preferred regular stabbing, grinding pain to the nausea of being knocked senseless on his back on the sofa.
After 8 years of fear and procrastination, Lohbado finally went to the dentist. Pain motivated him to seek out dental care. The dentist removed two molars. She did a fine job. Before leaving the dentist office, Lohbado made an appointment to have a few cavities cleaned out and filled. Lohbado left the building, a mouth full of blood and drool flowing into his beard. He took pain killers as suggested then felt a bit strange, like a clown as he walked down the streets. Sights and sounds became hyper vivid. Various forms became characters pulsating in Lohbado's visual field.
A cutting room floor is where unused film ended up when film was being edited for a movie. Down by Lachine Canal is an old malt brewery, in ruins, covered in colourful graffiti. One of the doors had cutting room sprayed on it, maybe referring to a horror movie or a novel. It definitely was a place where one could make a movie. The Moronovian Tabernacle is any place where one could feel a sense of imagination, beauty and playful enjoyment of being.
When push comes to shove, what counts is the ability to deliver baloney, lots of it. We're talking about enough baloney to pave entire streets and the sidewalks as well. By the baloney you speak, people will know you're number one. Pile it on. Soft, easy to swallow, very digestible, good old baloney, as patriotic as spaghetti and mashed potatoes. I'm going to eat some right now.
To win above all else was the motto of Captain Dream. First win, then decide what you won. Whatever you won is less important than the fact you won. You could have won status to the world's biggest moron, to a slobbering, pee-stained bully. Doesn't matter. If you win you win. That's what matters. That's what people see. That's what people like.
Interaction, heated exchange, warm situation, inner search, outer meaning, symbolic expression Lohbado dreamed. Two forms drifted together in a flesh toned room and began dancing around each other. They were drawn together, yet wished to maintain a safe distance, yet fairly close. The light, transparent shapes turned into butterflies and dissolved into a meadow.