|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- TO VIXENWAY--CUP 7--"ABNER MASH HOUND MILL" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  To Vixenway  ||  -------> (Cup SRtv007, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I thought that I came up with Abner Mash Hound Mill out of my own imagination, but it turns out that there's a REAL Abner, and that the process I thought was my own act of imagination was something far deeper and more disturbing. And... How can I even say it? All of Agoopish and the rest of Avert--the same sort of thing happened there--there was a REAL Agoopish once, just like there was a real Abner Mash Hound Mill. The thing is, there's this whole new picture that I'm just starting to grasp, about the nature of Creation. You know the countless hours we spent contemplating That Which Lies Beyond. Well, let me tell you, Abner Mash Hound Mill--the real one--is from there. How can I even put all this into words? The nature of existence--not at all like we thought it was. Think about it--what if NOTHING existed ANYWHERE? No existence at all. You can't imagine it, because it is beyond the capacity for us to visualize or conceptualize. What I'm talking about is Lamparponding. But I know I'm not explaining it right. See, I've discovered all this, but I don't know if it's going to do anyone any good. But you have to look at pleasure--pleasure is one of the most vital elements in the universe. No one should scorn it. And make no mistake--I'm not talking about hedonism--it is false pleasure. Pleasure that must be paid for by pain is not pleasure. Lamparponding--I am in no position to initiate it, but you--you are in a very good position to get it going. But "keep it in your pants". Lamparponding is a lot like sexuality--if you handle it properly, it's the most potent force. Abuse it, and it will control you, and it has no mind, it is just a mindless storm. Establish Lamparponding. I have met the real Abner Mash Hound Mill. I have direct information about That Which Lies Beyond. And what it points to is Lamparponding. Tomorrow again. So much stuff going on. I have to admit something to you. I used soft time travel last night to go back to my first night with you as my version of Abner Mash Hound Mill. Yeah, I was making love to you only a few hours ago. What do you know about that. Maybe you should do a little soft, if you know how, and go back to that day too. It was so strange waking up in that male body. I was so aware of my penis the whole day. It was so the focus of my entire being, knowing that it would be my tool in caressing you with as much pleasure as I was able. But now I'm thinking and my hormones are back to their screeching and shrieking. I want to make love to you as a woman, not as a man. And I miss you now more than ever. I could do soft time travel every night, but... No. It's not right. But I don't think I have the will to hold myself back any longer. I think I might soft time travel back to our days together in Sweptim and try to seduce you. I wonder if you'll acquiesce. I am a bad girl. I'm sitting here wondering what day, out of the hundreds of thousands we spent together, you'd be most susceptible to my love. Or maybe, even to occult means of getting you to spread your legs for me. I don't know. I know I should feel guilty for all this, but I don't. As I said, I'm bad. Hum. I'm feeling a little sleepy now. Maybe I'll do a little soft. But what day? 45 minutes later. I've decided what day to soft time travel back to--our sojourn to Foomhoom--the day which began with waking up in a dungeon--remember--we were too drunk to use our powers to resist getting arrested by the local authorities. That day--where in the course of half-a-day we were in the mythological palace at Foomhoom--in that room we shared--the streaming sunlight--the glorious bed--you and me sharing it. I thought you might have gone for it then, but I was too involved with Wompoppa the Dryer at that point. I think you might have. I think I'll go back there now. Soft time travel--doubles your life--or halves it? I don't know. Wonder if I'll keep it up... maybe I'll have to risk stampede-style soft time travel--continuing the reality of the previous night's time travel... But we both know how hazardous that is. And I'm in no position to risk destroying myself right now. You know? Well, I'm off to bed. The next paragraph will reveal to you what happened, back there in a slightly edited day we shared--or will share--in Foomhoom. After now. And in a nutshell, my little scheme worked. But... -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----