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[[01099CV]] * * * O S O A W E E K 0 9 9 * * * June 14, 1996
"The weekly ezine of Obliviana Super Occult Amusement!"
by Frank Edward Nora

CONTENTS

01 099 CV--Cover
02 099 LA--Lord of Obliviana
03 099 LM--Life Mysteries
04 099 SU--Superior

OsoaWeek099, June 14, 1996
Eighth issue of OsoaWeek Book Eight
Written by Frank Edward Nora (except where noted)

Published weekly by Obliviana Super Occult Amusement
obliviana@aol.com
1-800-OBLIVIANA
http://www.obliviana.com/~osoa

All contents copyright 1996 Frank Edward Nora

Regarding this file, you are free to make digital copies, so long as they're not altered or sold. All other forms of reproduction require permission. An Obliviana Cup containing this file will be available. Stay tuned for more details.

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[[02099LA]] Lord of Obliviana

Sun 8/4/96 * 2:12 PM * home * Tarb 4432?

Last issue, in one of the Superiors, where it now says "maube a moth" I had a typo saying "Maybe a month". Interesting.

Get all Obliviana.

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[[03099LM]] Life Mysteries

LIFE MYSTERY 7
"Time to Go"
by John Nora

Eun-Young Lee was the name of a girl I knew when I was eighteen, nineteen, and maybe twenty. She didn't break my heart because I really didn't have a heart back then.

I never really knew what was going on.

We'd walk along, and she was merely, for most of our time, a bright, pretty (I didn't realize this), lone solicitor of my talking presence. Her smooth arms, everything, were completely beautiful, but all that I could accept of her was some sort of imaginary-friend-angel.

It's like, I haven't seen or spoken to this girl for over five years, but she's still always right.

During one of our sidewalking afternoons I was desperate. There was an art lass I needed, I wanted, I had to make a move on! It was a very beautiful girl we both knew of. Eun-Young said:

"It would just be a mercy fuck. Is that what you want?"

I looked up, and there was some house-painter staring down his ladder at me.

One night we were up in the giant, thick boughs of a tree, near our Art School, that was more mineral than vegetable. I grabbed her belt-buckle and pulled her dangerously toward me, and with my priceless wit I told her, she looked "damn good in pants."

She did.

It was just some honesty on my part.

I would go to her apartment. The last time I ever laid eyes on the inside of her apartment it was a low-temperature evening.

She was looking rather attractive that night. I was just starting to notice this, in general, quite recently.

I said a cool string of stupid and fascinating things. Without any conscious idea of doing it, I insulted the walls and floors with her.

I finally got sick of hearing myself talk and began drawing her on a piece of newspaper. I was making some lines coming out of her mouth.

She wondered, "What are those lines, the stuff I'm saying?"

It finished into a snake-tongue going, "Hissssss."

"I think you better leave now," Eun-Young said.

It was time for me to go.

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[[04099SU]] Superior

SUPERIOR 548 * 6/24/96
My Dear Denice, Losing it... losing it... I like to hear the bird in that tree in the morning... but this morning all there was was a crow... ominous and nasty... I tried to talk to it but I wound up sounding like a hoarse dolphin. Thinking of you... it's like we've been together for a year... year... funny, three weeks ago I thought it was all going wrong... like reality was playing a terrible joke on me... it was bad. Then before I knew it, we were on the steps of a church and I got to know you... and I saw... I saw that the universe wasn't being mean to me... it was just shuffling me like a deck of cards... and it dealt us us. That is what I am thinking... and I am in the glow of the monitor... and I just talked to you... and the towers in the distance are blinking red... and the fan is humming... and it feels good to be here... knowing you are there. Love, Frank

SUPERIOR 549 * 7/20/96
I am perhaps no longer not a god, Whirring.

SUPERIOR 550 * 7/20/96
Go to there and... it is a sunny and rainy street... to buy comic books... suburban yearning... that is what I say... and I cannot be here and... the truly way... amusement parks and video games... talk about "real life"... and it is the stimulation of the mind... and I am rising to the challenge... we are all here and it is... it is an opportunity to be part of something wonderful... like starting up a video game company in 1980... and going to Disney World full of hope... full of dreams of exhilaration, a future of unlimited success... that is where I am, and we will all look back to 1996 as a time of magic... clearing away the haze of Generation X... a new time, a new place, promise, a redemption. I am Frank Edward Nora, Lord of Obliviana. And wonder--we're coming back.

SUPERIOR 551 * 7/20/96
Hippie bookstore venom of the best raven statue, breasts of hippie girls, peace and love and Vietnam and mysticism, but the breasts shine through like magical headlights, and lust is the oil that keeps the machine of the cultural revision going.

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