away from it all

Me in the woods - well, at last me imagining myself being in the woods...

Olo seeks the solitude. Alone with my balls [in glas on the left] I try to meditate about my last expirience.
Whats the deal? I'm feeling rotten.
I brought my new hat, because at last someone if no me likes it.
Maybe there is a deeper meaning hidden in this sentence - maybee not...
Anyway, eat my balls!
That's all for now - I'm gone [at last for this year]

The "GULA[R]SCH"-expirience

...shortly after this pic was taken, it happened upon me that I fell into the plate of 'Gularsch' and almost drowned in it.

It took me utterly by surprise, when I realised that what had suddenly poped into my mind, while being completely engaged in drowning properly, was the answer to life, the universe and everything: The purpose of my shity existence enfolded before me - GULARSCH! I deeply felt the connection between myself and this steaming shity looking brew. In this moment of illumination I surrendered myself to the semi-liquid brown sauce and peace was replacing the pain-in-the-arse-thoughts which usually overrun my brain, while I was waiting for the 'Gularsch' to fullfill me. But the universe seems to have made a mistake, because the expirience of death and total unity obviously sneaked away silently, leaving me biten by reality:

My body is hermetically sealed - so there is no Gularsch-fullfillment - and of course no danger of drowning...
What a sad happy ending!

Hilferuf of the notorious OLO

Kids keep shouting at me - that is so not cool...

"Holler boller Rumpelsack,
OLO trug sie huckepack,
Nüsse gelb und schwarz und braun,
runzlig punzlig anzuschaun.
knackt die Schale springt der Kern,
in Cojones beiß ich gern.
komm bald wieder in dies Haus,
guter OLO - du stinkige Laus."

Olo the action painter