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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 ------------------- ----------- ABAXIAL USUFRUCT--THE FIFTH ELEVEN <------- || Superior || Abaxial Usufruct || -------> (Cup SUau005, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Au045 | LOOP Inger webstern oamer sheepsh speepch ongergal mipsie crellie nangerlow vestin coantin momanden pell veeken cooner lall cappa nenker whelp forstern borper ilder ken allanan nornin sooper blooksh ov mopser quewler ommy tensa crage loop bospa mebble-beb. Au046 | ANOTHDAY By the light of the computer screen I sit Diurnal for the first time in months I try To pop out of the rut To get going again I have Several things I need to do In fact must do But overtures of memory and emotion From times past Seem to blur the present time The things I need to do like cleaning up my stuff and organizing it well And getting a job And completing the magazine by returning artwork and sending contributor copies And also, reviving my freelance writing for money But most of all I need the structure of nomadi so I may write The Hollow Fantasia This is the real focus this is the real purpose of my consciousness these days But such an urge to travel back in time to parts of my past lucky I'm unable or surely I would have Au047 | ALCOVE JUNGLE SECTION The calm space I succeed in breathing a sigh Dim white noise from very distant road Could be anywhere Bird clamor from echo afar Rough curving concrete walls wooden bench an ending approaching Everything's in my bag Calm wispy musings of places past the wind is cold Now is new reaching grasping the old playground deep rumble Sky thru dome above past future forever time & spaces Beyond attian I'm an inside out map of my life Higher ground sleek surface onto horizon Deep whisper, language of bridges highways and rivers, mighty see a drain Remembered environments so appealing But in this I am at a balanced pip of the die I throw, into waters fine and fiery No pretend car, in dream stability, can now, with memory stuff of now draining In the little room an hour away I'm not but this concrete haven I adore, somewhat I find as so pleasant And the rolling barrel of biting steel Which is similar to my life I see rolling thru this space and I follow as I must now sanctuary shattered Damn blast stand hark tents tense! yelping young for them my peace for them in time a shimmering warm sometime a form Au048 | A LOUSY EDICT So here from this vantage point let me say something. Perhaps of great importance. "As the world spins on its axis, so do each of us spin on our respective axes. We spin and cycle through. We are much more than we seem. And our actions far more... ...eh -- ;what word can I use? 'Our actions are much more... effective.' Our actions affecting many more things than we know. Yes, spinning... spinning... spinning..." Eh! Me talk a poem of sorts. Beginning now. "Memorable horrible day and enter ablame in satin for mentioning unwallowing mortific luster in cranes brazen backabones all dandy in frill bemortar in care seen western soul beader in caverns meek and shunning bebanging big moldedheads relics for icons awash getting newer with aging finding merriness in craving I me drown thru colors not known a nascient camera for talented matter this collected." That's the end of the poem. Gee, what a great... poem. What kind of a voice is it? Now we might wonder, uh, what kind of a voice I have. And I think that I can describe that, um, as I'm lying here on my bed, uh, sort of lounging around doing nothing. How really the voice makes a difference in the day. Au049 | ABEST PASSAGE Now, then we see, in a very good way, that many of the issues concerning us most are of no use in amny events. Amny of course is many, but shaken. I see an amazing variety of truths in this book, and not the least of which is thast we are not what we seem to be, yet cannot seem to fathom what that truly-us is. Yes, I know thast is that in truth, and verily I'd done truly as trudly or trulby or some such, but these are the last, I aspire. Or aspier? O but I jest. New then, as I say, which is valid, as I mean other than now then, new then, is the idea of many of us not exchanging thoughts at all, or maybe not too well. But many a time it is well-done in the field of speaking. But in all the scope in our existences may be limited by our own choice, but as paradox, an ignorance of the state is implicit in the limitation. Do we wish to not know? And then, how can we know this? Is some understanding leaking through, or is it pure-thought? Au050 | BORING AND BRIEF AND MAKES A POINT I love that actress I saw on TV in a movie but it's not physical lust nor platonic love just... I wouldn't even go out of my way to meet her it's just... thinking of her I feel briefly... good. Au051 | HAS NEPTURE I'm speeding towards that city and seeing her later so let me think. My stomach's a bit sour, fault of stuffed shells. My emotions are like a wet vest beaten against a rock over and over. Rounding the corners like that lugnut I stripped a while back. Emotions intentions directions dancing planning concerning formula media empathy lover loving. The voice says "Linden next" almost as if that's all anyone ever says-- "Linden next". Carappy stancnanpimbrin so this is Linden. Nondescript urban poopoo! "17/25" says the pole. Au052 | INSNEC urgent matters bobbing sleep to wake swath blanket again always the same name but different people or was it all the same people or rather all the same person but with different faces Au053 | LUTRET NANDESCROPT The two tiny circles at the end of this sentence.. Au054 | REAL AND FAKE The guy at the carnival with the prize, "headleg", a baby doll head connected to a baby doll leg how amusing. Now that's real, but this isn't: "Lummy", a pancake beverage, circa 1947. Au055 | THAT LITTLE GAME Cool house I like the breezeway I like the breezeway I like the breezeway. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- ----- |