oogah senses

landscape memories

Payne River

Prince Edward Island

Flem the friendly slime ball

At 3 AM, the walls of the one-story house shook in the roaring wind. Lohbado opened his eyes in the darkness and listened as a storm raged across the Plains of Radiation.

the old barn

inside an old barn

old barn

farm house

Here's some photos from a visit to the countryside. It's nice to get out of the city once in a while and to commune with nature.

monday morning memories

Monday morning, Lohbado stumbled across some old photos he took a while ago. As he got older, his body felt like an old house. For years he made a half-hearted effort to keep up a facade. It gradually became obvious that nobody was fooled, except himself. Lohbado was an open book. Seven billion books walking around, Lohbado felt good to be a grain of sand.

He dreamed of sitting outside and saying nothing. He had a habit of saying nothing for long periods of time and then suddenly talking too much. During fits of talking too much, his words sounded increasingly empty. He listened to voice coming out of his throat. Speech melody, music, mmmmmmm yum dee dum. It's more fun to listen than to talk. But then sometimes, nobody has anything to say. The silence feels awkward. Out of laziness, he talked. Maybe it's better to be awkward and say nothing. Or don't be awkward. Don't be anything. Be like an old shack or trailer under a blue sky.

hooked

don't get hooked

Hooked, on the hook, off the hook, don't get hooked. After, go look for a sink in the barn. Lean against a couple posts.

Meanwhile...

From the upcoming club morono zine 4. Lohbado prayed for money, found it under a rock. Gangsters hid the money there and planned to pick it up later.