When questioned about the rising price of bread, Oogah replied: Let them eat beans.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Desire kept them pacing back and forth, from one end of the block to the other, warming the sidewalk of Morono Street, in front of El Lohbado Oogah Tabernacle. The dialectic pair considered the negative and positive outcome of pursuing desire, the possible joy of satiation, or the frustration of not being able to get the wanted satisfaction.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
What in the name of turkey and crab meat pate is going on here? Lohbado has gone too far. Actually, it's a Club Morono Business Lunch. The heavy-weights got together to come up with a Code of Life, a tool to bludgeon those who resisted the Department of Regulation Policy of Standardization.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Cosmic Ooze, dog's breakfast, Oogah and Oorsis cracked the egg, whipped it up chaotically into a universe, complete with milky way, black holes, solar system, planet earth, the whole shah-bang. This has nothing to do with science, or the beginning of beginning-less time or any other attempt to offer a rational explanation of what may or may not have happened.
When I got off the train, I saw a hundred Lohbados crawling up the stairs and touching the forehead to each step.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
A hundred people lined up to get the flu shot. They had some chairs for people to sit down.
Here's a Lohbado question: does prevention lie in the needle, or in the ritual ordeal of lining up? A Lohbado gimmick: the longer the lineup, the greater the expectation of receiving something effective and powerful, something to eliminate anxiety and fear, to make one immune to both real and imagined threat.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Lohbado returned home, after spending five years in the Cha region of the Po Valley, where the Ooo people created a village under a glass dome, concealed within a sand dune of the Saraha Desert.
They went there to withstand radio-active fallout from the Battle of Armegedon, or World War III. The Ooo people got their name from zero, zero, zero, a computer code used to wipe out all incriminating data
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Please, get a hold of yourself. You're not seeing what's in front of the eye. A blur obscures the eye, a dizzying waterfall of nonsense words poke like needles, all over the body, making it difficult to sit down and concentrate. Please, don't sin, don't transgress moral law or do anything that would make your great great grandmother or grandfather turn over in his or her grave.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Outside Lohbado Hill Housing Hinkery Honk Hullabaloo, (honking at a motorist slow to accelerate, causing the motorist to brake, reach an arm out the window, shouting and more honking at the intersection of Kent and Victoria), at the same time, a taxi driver buzzed the man upstairs, on Kent Avenue, and asked him to move his hybrid utility-mobile so he could back out his Chevrolet Impala and go to work. Meanwhile a machine vacuumed leaves.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen of the dreaming universe. This is dreaming man talking. Vapors sometimes, or bile, spleen, winds rise to the brain causing a grumbling, rumbling set of thoughts. I'm guilty of that. Just read yesterday's post. Such posts fill me with revulsion. My grumbling words are like the sound of a spatula trying to flip a broken half-fried egg in the flying pan.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Once in a while, every so often, every man, woman and child has a bad day. My habitual reaction is to grumble, rant and rave, sort of like a man shouting in pain after dropping a piece of metal on his toe. Such behavior is entirely unnecessary. At Club Morono, one deals with frustration by doing Morono Practice. This practice involves surprising movements and unusual sounds. This practice was received by Ooo Man Harry Dick on the Sacred Mound after World War III.