|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- OFFICE COMPLEX--CUP 6--"DOLTHETHMEN" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Office Complex  ||  -------> (Cup SRoc006, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Later on, Dolthethmen went to the mall. In the bookstore, in the philosophy section, he read the following sentence from a random page of a random book: "In this, the state of the nature of the entity, we are as to stumble upon the corroborative name." Dolthethmen cringed. So here he was in the bookstore, and a fairly well-stocked bookstore it was, for a mall bookstore. He reasoned that this bookstore was like a video store, only that he needn't own an expensive device to decode the contents of the books, as one would require with videos. But, he reasoned, one must learn to read to decode a book, which in the final analysis is probably more expensive than any video machine. Ah! So many books. How much reasoning? The shroud of this reality, like a blanket, has many features. But Dolthethmen was at the mall, at the mall. And the desire he had had to go to the mall was great. Great. But Dolthethmen knew that no matter where he went, no matter what job he had, that the core of either his satisfaction or discontent was this: his core endeavor. Now this thing this thing had to be manifested, now that an opportunity had shown itself. He thought, as he left the bookstore: "Ah, the glowings of man's incandescences! Leave me now, pal day, so to embrace your sister dusk. Be, be in my mind, the lightning unbalanced. I am the holder of many such discharges of force; be not afraid of me, but rather, respect me. "Not really hungry, but eating takes a long time and is a good way to waste time these days. Why an avoidance? Why not going ahead for the it of it? The tit. The tit. The tits the tits. I see many tits this evening, albeit clothed, and how I'd like to suck them and lick them and kiss them, but I know this will not happen. Sexuality is okay, but more a seasoning than a substance. I know nothing anymore, else that all I know... "Be my girlfriend, I'd like to ask one of these mall pretty silly girls. But to what avail? Somethings are not right. Piranha fish these guys, eating it all up, mindless. A loner, I? Mayhap. Mayhap. "Be my girlfriend, or at least my lay. "Be my joy, as I avoid that which is truly important. But why avoid it? This avoidance is irrational for sure, but still I am doing it. Is it beyond my control? Yes, I believe it is beyond my control at the moment; that for the moment, I am screwed. "So clutch me, ennui, as you always do. So clutch me." Now Dolthethmen a while later thought: "Here is reality. And as I go through the week, I cycle thru a variety of moods and outlooks, each relieving the pressure of the other. But somehow I must break free from this cycle. I must break free. And I will. But the disentanglement must be done in a stable manner." Dolthethmen in the mall ran into a friend, Hasnafter. Dolthethmen addressed him: "Hey, Hasnafter! How are ya!" "Yo! Dolthethmen! How goes it!" "Ah well. You know. Visions of riding on trains and that sort of stuff." "Well, that's cool. Hey, guess what dude, I got a new girlfriend." "Huh?" "A new girlfriend. And she's really hot. In fact, she's all I can think about, dude!" "Hasnafter, in hope, be dutiful, yet severe." "Say what, Dole?" "Never mind. I must be going." "Ho! Wait a second. Don't you wanna hear about my girlfriend? She has huge, shapely, succulent knockers, and..." "No, sorry, but I'm in a hurry." "Okay man. But take a raincheck, Dole--you REALLY wanna hear about her." "Okay, cool. See ya later." "Bye, man." Dolthethmen walked away from Hasnafter, not wanting to hear of Hasnafter's good fortune, especially not now. Dolthethmen collapsed, there in the mall, having lost all interest in continuing to interact with the world. But he felt himself lying on the floor, and felt the stares of shoppers that he knew must be on him. But his body was heavy like a weight, a dead weight. And he didn't move. He must have remained that way for three or four minutes, wondering all the time when someone would take notice and come to his aid. Finally, full of wonder as to what was going on around him, he succumbed to his curiosity and opened his eyes, disgusted that he would give the world around him such heed. As he looked around, he realized that though shoppers occasionally glanced his way, they didn't want to bother themselves with investigating further. So Dolthethmen slowly got up and then quickly walked away, moving briskly along in the mall, smiling as sunlight from above stroked his moving form, and breathing a sigh of relief as he bolted up an escalator. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----