Wednesday, July 19, 2017


Lohbado dreamed about sombre humourless architecture, serious, lonely interiors and preceptors of alienation. Somebody handed him a bowl of room temperature liver hash. Lohbado looked at the bowl of grey mush and gave it to a grey dog. The mutt ate it with gusto and delight. Lohbado woke up and prepared oatmeal for breakfast.

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