tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30521317241830908572011-04-21T15:13:43.632-07:00OLOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08333179663540171791noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052131724183090857.post-90318255455913075692007-12-31T08:33:00.001-08:002007-12-31T08:43:38.291-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toPXNzUCNTU/R3kaHDJdvyI/AAAAAAAAABA/PI9prrmIMYU/s1600-h/olo_woods.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toPXNzUCNTU/R3kaHDJdvyI/AAAAAAAAABA/PI9prrmIMYU/s200/olo_woods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150176357281283874" border="0" /></a><br />Me in the woods - well, at last me imagining myself being in the woods...<br /><br />Olo seeks the solitude. Alone with my balls [in glas on the left] I try to meditate about my last expirience.<br />Whats the deal? I'm feeling rotten.<br />I brought my new hat, because at last someone if no me likes it.<br />Maybe there is a deeper meaning hidden in this sentence - maybee not...<br />Anyway, eat my balls!<br />That's all for now - I'm gone [at last for this year]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052131724183090857-9031825545591307569?l=theolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>OLOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08333179663540171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052131724183090857.post-46307421810755284142007-12-19T07:56:00.000-08:002007-12-19T08:15:44.402-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toPXNzUCNTU/R2lDfKUbDJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4xUeU9CzeKI/s1600-h/OLO_Gularsch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toPXNzUCNTU/R2lDfKUbDJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4xUeU9CzeKI/s200/OLO_Gularsch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145718251872521362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">...shortly after this pic was taken, it happened upon me that I fell into the plate of 'Gularsch' and almost drowned in it.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">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:</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">My body is hermetically sealed - so there is no Gularsch-fullfillment - and of course no danger of drowning...<br />What a sad happy ending!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052131724183090857-4630742181075528414?l=theolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>OLOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08333179663540171791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052131724183090857.post-90342372604084830782007-12-18T03:17:00.000-08:002007-12-18T03:24:30.301-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toPXNzUCNTU/R2etkaUbDII/AAAAAAAAAAw/4DMviqhlReo/s1600-h/nik.GIF"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toPXNzUCNTU/R2etkaUbDII/AAAAAAAAAAw/4DMviqhlReo/s200/nik.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145271940345957506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);">Kids keep shouting at me - that is so not cool...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"><br />"Holler boller Rumpelsack,<br />OLO trug sie huckepack,<br /> Nüsse gelb und schwarz und braun,<br /> runzlig punzlig anzuschaun.<br /> knackt die Schale springt der Kern,<br />in Cojones beiß ich gern.<br /> komm bald wieder in dies Haus,<br /> guter OLO - du stinkige Laus."<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052131724183090857-9034237260408483078?l=theolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>OLOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08333179663540171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052131724183090857.post-49394965073339183492007-12-09T06:46:00.001-08:002007-12-09T06:47:36.422-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toPXNzUCNTU/R1v_4sFOf2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/U4uiHpMu5JQ/s1600-h/olo---art.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toPXNzUCNTU/R1v_4sFOf2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/U4uiHpMu5JQ/s320/olo---art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141984748944392034" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052131724183090857-4939496507333918349?l=theolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>OLOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08333179663540171791noreply@blogger.com0