Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The turbulence of love— first encounter, plane takes off, get high. Plateau. Wake up to the realization that it could be a long ride. Get bored and restless before the descent. Breakup. Get off the plane. Anger, heartache, disappointment, frustration, man and woman go separate ways.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Lohbado was sent to the office of Headmaster Bates after stealing a slice of Lori’s cherry-cream pie. Lohbado was fourteen-years old at the time. Master Bates trembled with rage as Lori led the boy by the ear into the office. He pulled out a twelve-inch wooden ruler and spanked the boy’s hand until it turned red.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
A cloud of toxic dust knocked him down. Lohbado collapsed on the Plains of Radiation, after stumbling through hot wind and burning red sand for nearly two weeks. He’d given up hope of ever finding the Valley of the Old, where one could live free from shock and surprise. Lohbado hoped to be accepted into the valley, where he would obtain the food he liked. Valley food left nothing to imagination, no unexpected surprises, no hot sauce or funky herbs and spices. Served at room temperature and with the consistency of tapioca pudding and the taste of saliva, it could be swallowed without chewing. It was easy to digest.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
“Stop!” shouted Dr. Jane Wormsly, who happened to be sitting next to him, “Let me have a look.”
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Tony and Lohbado were arrested and sent to work as slaves at the great dictator’s palace on the Plains of Radiation. Their job was to polish doorknobs in the mahogany hall. The Dictator had a fetish for knobs of wood, glass, crystal, porcelain, silver and gold. His palace contained a corridor of doorknobs.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
A door, reflected in Lohbado’s living room mirror, provided hope of escaping the infestation of Tunnel Bugs. A mutate strain of bugs, half tick, half roach, burrowed under the skin. The bugs secrete slippery mucus to facilitate the passage of followers.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Dig with fingers into the earth, hands get dirty. Some flowers have thorns. After a while the pictures form a sequence. It started last week with dumping out some old wine. It made a mess of the bathroom sink. A bar of soap marinated for a few days in a pool of wine and made a good hand wash. Maybe wine soaked soap would make a good gift to give during the winter holiday season.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
A squirrel tore open a bag of garbage on the front lawn. No sooner did Lohbado go into his apartment, after cleaning up the mess of soft carrot and banana peels on the front lawn, when a man came to cut the grass. Lohbado dreaded having to say good morning. To avoid human contact, he ran into his basement dwelling and locked the door.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
moisturological perspective, walking the fine line between falling into a hamper of wet blankets or floating into a thick cloud. He or she acts on no uncertain principles.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Lohbado wandered down the freeway service road. A strong, hot wind picked up dust from the sidewalk and flung it in his face, stinging the skin and getting in the eyes and nose. Paper and plastic tumbled along the curb and out into traffic. During the desolate hour, there weren’t too many vehicles racing around.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Lohbado wandered in a daze, after a bomb knocked him off his feet, a near miss, during his escape from the renegade compound outside Yamaville. Yamaville remained intact after the nuclear explosions. Life was somewhat stable. The city looked the same. But the inhabitants had been altered. Intense fears and phobias hit people who had previously been calm and secure.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
First, note the similarity in color between the glass of apple juice and peach compote. Note visceral connection of food body sensation. Some foods are heavy and moist, others light and flaky, acidic, sweet, sour and so on. Peach compote, fresh from the fridge, cool, slithery, it could be swallowed with minimal chewing and sits comfortably in the stomach. The apple juice, also cool, but sweet and slightly acidic, doesn’t taste good with peach compote, but makes a good photo, golden juice and peach colored peach.
Lohbado sat in the motel restaurant and ate peach compote and drank black coffee. Jane Wormsly had blueberry pie and apple juice. They gazed warmly into each other’s eyes, after driving a stretch of road, under construction, leading into the city. Jane nearly peed her pants as they got caught in heavy flow, bumper to bumper, freeway turned into parking lot. She talked seriously about having to pee into a towel if they didn’t soon get to the exit ramp. Lohbado offered her the use of his tee shirt. It took an hour to clear one interchange.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
This was the peak of Lohbado's career. Everything else he did ended up a disorganized muddle of fragments. His computer microphone picked up sputters and groans. Lohbado insisted the sounds were space-alien communiques directed to a certain Harry Brown, advising him to protect Porcupine Sanitary Tissue company from smear tactics. Politicians from the other party got at Harry Brown via the back door, implying a conflict of interest. They accused him of handing out contracts to the PST, to make them the official suppliers of hygienic tissues in government buildings.
The rest is history, the incident of peach compote, roast turkey and apple juice. Harry Brown was forced to resign from his post as Minister of Tools and Devices.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
tune in to the Harvey Christ radio hour Tuesday, June 14, 11 PM Montreal time.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Normality subject to variation, read messages in signs and storefront lettering, messages within this one and only world, it depends what you mean by world. There were suggestions of alternate universes, but this is not fantasy. I’m talking about setting or milieu, for example, the world of Lohbado, the world of ice cream, the world of alphabet and so on. However, there’s really only one world and little settings or worlds within the one world. The Chief Nomroh asked me to make this clear, to avoid misunderstanding.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Flies, screen door, a little tear in grandmother’s screen door enabled flies to enter her house in the bush. The bush contained rock, swamp, deadfall, underbrush, spruce, fir, pine, birch, as one would expect to find in a boreal forest before the emerald ash borer bored in to lay eggs and choke trees to death.