|| -------- -- -----  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 132--2/1/97 <-------  ||  OsoaWeek  ||  Issues  ||  Book 11  ||  -------> (Cup OWis132, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = [[BEGIN132OW]] [[01132CV]] * * * O S O A W E E K 1 3 2 * * * February 1, 1997 "The weekly ezine of Obliviana Super Occult Amusement!" by Frank Edward Nora CONTENTS 01 132 CV--Cover 02 132 SU--Superior OsoaWeek132, February 1, 1997 Second issue of OsoaWeek Book Eleven 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 1997 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* [[02132SU]] Superior SUPERIOR 681 * 3/7/97 I mean what I mean. I reacted when I found meat in my supposed marinara sauce. I tried not to make it a big deal, but I was just too freaked out, and I soon left. And I now feel bad for "making a scene", but I asked specifically for no meat. I lost my appetite. Meat is a serious issue. I ate some of that linguini, and the thought that I might have eaten some beef is horrifying. At Pre-Cana I was a little shocked to learn that they serve meat in a church. Meat is just so wrong. I've been vegetarian for ten years now. As well as I can recall, it was March of 1987 that I last ate the flesh of birds and mammals. I stopped eating ALL meat in 1989, when I had my last fish. But meat is all around, and it's very scary. SUPERIOR 682 * 3/9/97 And obdolls spont. Trushcoke. Dean Order, slayed vending yo ho liberaerie. Pont. Kear, 1974 TV cop. Like-like pun jooser. Us what I said. Fikefire. Beingall. Like not dreamy airport like, not seethable dorlfullous. Pike pike pike sike diner. Lobot. Fuckin' George Lucas, complaining "Star Wars wasn't good enough so I had to change it" meanwhile he makes more in an hour than I make all year, or something like that. That doesn't make any sense or matter at all. I will be as big as Lucas someday, with Obliviana, even bigger. I have to think that as an emotional crutch? I got what it takes. Like this evening. Denice, my wife-to-be, encouraged me to help her clean up my apartment. It's all coming together. SUPERIOR 683 * 3/9/97 A wood tile in the city. I saw amusement park and swoosh of highway traffic in the gnit of difficult relationship. I was there. Oh field of grass by bank meant to look colonial, and sunny. Siren, giant book store, what I mean is the value of quiet after the jagged noise. SUPERIOR 684 * 3/9/97 I was young. And at Walt Disney World. In the Fiesta Fun Center at the Contemporary Resort Hotel. It was hot out and I was sweaty. And I played the game Mappy over and over again. It's a memory that's stuck with me. Now I own Mappy, and I played it today, and lots of memories came back to me. *OW* [[END132OW]] -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----