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|| -------- -- ----- A E R I E O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- OSOAWEEK--ISSUE 121--11/16/96 <------- || OsoaWeek || Issues || Book 10 || -------> (Cup OWis121, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = [[BEGIN121OW]] [[01121CV]] * * * O S O A W E E K 1 2 1 * * * November 16, 1996 "The weekly ezine of Obliviana Super Occult Amusement!" by Frank Edward Nora CONTENTS 01 121 CV--Cover 02 121 SU--Superior OsoaWeek121, November 16, 1996 Fourth issue of OsoaWeek Book Ten Written by Frank Edward Nora Published weekly by Obliviana Super Occult Amusement obliviana@aol.com http://www.obliviana.com/~osoa 1-800-OBLIVIANA 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 from Frank Edward Nora. *OW* [[02121SU]] Superior SUPERIOR 637 * 1/14/97 Fear top. Another ceramic. Enough of the genre. Understandwood. Plush. Beacon. The rush of the rest stop, the confusion and the clatter, of it all. Wood in vision, all the woodgrain seen, patterned in the mind. Mushroom basement recreation. Kids. A lot, comic book store tomorrow, lacking of it, you as knight, and it all is coming and hiding. And it to be cool. No I am writing it all in sequence. Bid. SUPERIOR 638 * 1/14/97 Counting, the mask had, bright and ingongruous on this eh town street. Jack Nance died. I wish he didn't die. As Henry in Eraserhead, as Pete Martell in Twin Peaks, and his other roles in David Lynch stuff. For the junk, been, truth, jumping and all the bus songs and I just love a nonsense word "anfer". Found out "syllabub" is not a nonsense word. SUPERIOR 639 * 1/14/97 Time before to yunugu, bulu device, school stage, crashed rocket and after a bad phone call. Yah, I am feeling. Beans and bowling alley and Tori. Frozen seltzer. Feeling differently on the bus every time. Look at the remote control I want to. Losing stuff, losing little bad feelings, and growing up and that feeling of tiredness after a temper tantrum like I haven't felt since I was a kid. Put it bluntly. I last ate meat in 1987, but I still remember exactly how all sorts of meat taste. SUPERIOR 640 * 1/14/97 One fourteen ninety-seven. Wow. Talking about just laying right down on a cold college pavement trail. Give it a break. Got along. Been. The sunniness. Clocking the calm and secure warm interior, like a nice house, exaesthet, PATH system morning toothbrush. Haha, my own um, means something to me, and numbers, lazy smoke she was kind. *OW* [[END121OW]] -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- ----- |