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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 NINTH ELEVEN <------- || Superior || Abaxial Usufruct || -------> (Cup SUau009, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Au089 | AS IT APPEARS TO THE WOOD as the day wends its windy way forth we are but brittle leaves collapsing against metal fountains our sundered elements are crying for the breeze I don't know there seems to be a foreboding all round us smothering us ready to slabjolt us with a bolt of frisky thunder! Au090 | BEGAN AND FINISHED BEFORE Be a one how what three of nine comes why see the light come see ten old light dies die with time when light dies O Hmmm -- how cool night air see not zenith what seven two catch a falling rat is doom in dead night how see can you see how no three that doom into sky see do you sky be none do none crown of heaven and hell and what no none of five fire and earth be one do be one do be one can you see the what five of nine comes lizard and what of nine be fire and ice what be in cool night of hellfire into what see you in thy eye of black night sky what see you who sees all in the one eye who nay ever dies in orbiting love one with me and you fire dies and night dies we all die. Au091 | BIZ RIK RON RUZ biz rik ron ruz kull in muckry zin rukly vonne no conn mar zik truk flink vunn sky nunn guk suk lin vin gruell ent soom try un my trin boz in kull soon up too yue fon fon kun zil vun ziv trook vun kol sik vin voks un vith no visible gun ock Au092 | CASSETTES ON SALE Outside the supermarket it is very hot. Fireflies on the way home from the mall. Bizarre puppet people riding around in pickup trucks. A rough-hewn granite arcade for the insane. That strange girl is in the yard again. Au093 | FUSED Flock, O birds of the Sun! Be one with me, feel the ecstasy ê My thoughts were good, and I didn't want it to be this way, but it is and now I face the consequences. No more shall I fly with the birds of the Sun, I am grounded. Stuck like a magnet to the boring rock known as Earth. I despise it, and it feels the same as me. but... I do not totally hate it. I have some love for it. But the repitition, and the boredom... Almost more than I can stand. I'm on the edge. Please. I need help. Save me from my imprisonment. I will be good. I will try. I will. Au094 | KNOCK ON WOOD I do not know why I am here but I will not be a prisoner in a world of my own creation I will escape and be free Au095 | NOT SO SURE After a while it became apparent that it wasn't really very good. In fact, it was pretty bad. So, not wanting to offend his host, the man politely swept it past himself. A little later, in the lower room, the valet groomed the pigeon while the other two talked. They were suddenly interrupted when a scream came to their ears. Wondering what it was, they set about on the trimmer and were whisked off. In the tunnel they heard the scream again, but this time it was only intermittent with the gurgle of an engine. So they got off and looked. Sure enough, it was there. The man gave a sigh of relief, but the other wasn't so sure. Au096 | ODE TO DEAD SPIRALS When the Universe was new, I was old. Here in the dark, I am cold. Day after day, I sit alone. Dreaming of going, to Worlds unknown. And now I see, The answer to it all. I start to move, but then I fall. Into the void, where light is dead. And now here I am, lying in my bed. Au097 | PERVELLACK AND LIBRO 'Twas once upon a candle's flame, a fiery sprite with no name, told me of dear Santa Claus, a man, he said, who had no flaws. And on and on into the night, I was enthralled by this sprite, his pointy shoes, flicking with ease, while the wind outside, was a distant wheeze. Who is this elf, who gives us toys? Who is this saint, of girls and boys? He is a figure, fat and round, who climbs down your chimney, without a sound. With reindeer aplenty, to pull his sleigh, he'll make you all joyful, on Christmas day. He knows no pain, and he'll fly to the moon, come back down the lane, and he'll whistle a tune. Above it all, at the northern extreme, our dear Santa Claus, is just a bad dream. Au098 | THROAT RIPPER The night is long. The night is long. The night is long. Sometimes you're alone. Sometimes you're with other people. Sometimes you're here. And sometimes you're there. The long night. The long night. And when morning finally comes, you say nothing, at all, at all, at all... In the thick of the endless night, some sort of a record of what has transpired. And here we are, moving yet standing still, in the thick of the night, wondering if morning will ever come. Wondering. Wondering if anything will ever make sense to us. But we make due. We make due. We make due with our own lives in this dark pit which resembles nothing less than hell. In this time of endless night, we finally see a sight that whets our appetite. A place where people slowly die. In the midst of death, this is death, this is death. It's always someone else's problem. Someone else's problem in this place. At this point, it will be reached in a while. Look at me. I'm no better. I'm the same. I just realize, realize, realize the desolation, but I'm no different, and I'm as doomed as the rest. But I can suffer more, because I know what's gonna happen. Yes, that's all so fun, but even the words I'm saying now are hopelessly lost against the winds infinite. The words I'm saying now cannot even begin to express the feelings that I'm feeling. It's a hopeless battle. But it seems, it seems, to get better. It seems that maybe, after a long, long, time, things might get better, but then again that is, then again, that might be all an illusion. The problem of perception is that the less you perceive, the less you perceive. And the happier you are, the more you perceive, but the less happier you are. But again, my words mean nothing. It's like a journey or a trip, once you get there, you wish you were home. But when you're home you wish you were there. The grass is always greener on the other side. Yet my own mortality restricts me from expressing myself in a way coherent with my thoughts. Ah numbers. Let's not even talk about numbers. A wheel constanly spinning may be the most potent image in this entire observation. Thunder and lightning. A storm may be coming. That is what I dream of, all the time. For lightning to pierce the sky. Now, the interesting thing is that if we realize our plight, we can comment upon it, in different ways. And then the real trick becomes finding out just what we're dealing with... ...well I don't know how much of that last message was there and how much wasn't. First I have to deal with the physical reality of an object. But still it can record. Record thoughts. Record, record somewhat what I'm feeling. You who are reading this may find it difficult to understand, or boring. It doesn't really matter. Because in the end, in the end what really matters, what really matters is change... and growth. But I don't even know what I'm talking about. I'm not gonna say anything else on the subject, because I'm more ignorant, and dumber, and stupider, and less aware than anyone else, because the more you know, the less you know, and there's no denying that. So whatever happens happens. As you can see, I am very good at confusing myself. Au099 | WISDOM GENERATOR **1* Trot in a queer manner down to the nearest pottery outlet. **2* Bad news, you're in for a claustrophobic "Pirates of the Carribean" dream which will last for 34 hours. **3* If you'll be my little bird, I'll like you very much. **4* Rebrain yourself. **5* Consider those who constanly eat eggs as the enemy. **6* Be enshrouded in Toronto. **7* Don't worry about your hair, worry about your Soviet Union. **8* Remember the old adage: "In the mall you can do naught else but bide your time." **9* For a healthy dose of saintly insanity, try some earth custard. **10* Smoke to shreds. **11* When in Rome, don't fear the Antichrist, fear the Antineptune. **12* Salty ice cream is the next big thing -- olive, pretzel, anchove -- flavors like that. **13* The new job is really starting to sugar your brain. **14* Gentlemen, the current priority is to develop an interactive framepoint from which we can learn to disdain this pencil in my fist. **15* Engage in a session of pointless meandering for once in your stupid little mistake of a life. **16* Doris, how much are the nuts? **17* Your next boss will be named "Puffy". **18* It's gar/cod pus -- arf acre! **19* "Ipici": Far suicide pixel sitar coal slug. **20* Pleasant bells are vibrating your buttocks, you pig. **21* The coffee of your dreams is a medicated version of "tan venom" flavored highway gook. **22* Use telekinesis to tickle a waitress's sinuses. **23* For fun on those boring rainy days, why not try some sopping dry heavy popcorn in that damn chest of drawers? **24* Mangle an overt vision of the vast majesty of a broken building. **25* Be nice to two humans today. **26* Laugh at the vile hubris of The Lambert Cuke Company. **27* You suffer from nascence editability -- you know -- other people can alter your date of birth at will. **28* Have dichotomy for dinner. **29* Be obsessed with one's breast for a time. **30* You just breathed in some vaccuum lumber. **31* The suface area of your lover's skin is greater than your IQ. **32* What a bland blank blathering blastard you are! **33* "Twelve bottles of negative red fluid" -- that describes your attitude perfectly. **34* Where the fucking hell is your goddam Quonset hut when we need it? **35* Someday you will meet an android football player named "Perrier". **36* Your hole-in-the-wall is a son-of-a-bitch, if you ask me. **37* Be trapped in that superb limbo, baby. **38* Squeeze a generous portion of sodium hydroxide-flavored cheese icing onto your salami sandwich. **39* A curiously chaotic fruit gum will rend your jaw into a bloody cartilage souffle. **40* Experience a plain oblivion -- and take all your clothes off while your at it! **41* You don't have to justify your lifestyle to anyone except Poopy Dog. **42* "Harkle-flaf" -- say it today, and every day. **43* Point yourself in the direction of direct dereliction, and dominate duly. **44* Ignore the bored female voices emanating from the men's room at the warehouse. **45* Syrup fool! **46* Rely solely upon Autumn, Summer, Winter, and Wednesday. **47* Pore over some sexual documents of an intrinsic nature. **48* Never believe a federal bamboo. **49* What was that stupid show that used to be on Sunday morning -- "Wonderama"? **50* Discuss all things with a manatee named Hugh. **51* The forecast is for rain, early at times. **52* Pardon me, but would you have any religious numbskulls? **53* If someone asks you if you're invisible, answer "but of course, you nincompoop." **54* Exist tediously, my friend. **55* Reside in mental Italy. **56* If you're going to review a film, rate it in terms of substances, such as wood, plastic, metal, dirt, etc. **57* Suck the ammonia vent, my love. **58* At the shopping center, the parking lot is more entertaining than all the fucking stores in the world, you asshole! **59* Here's an inside tip -- everybody shares a common code number -- "171777". **60* Your fate place is west of Skudoe, Alaska. **61* Up your France! **62* The number one soap opera in that alternate universe is "Years & Weeks", starring Day Zalda. **63* Say to that girl, "Ah, you're fulla parsley!" **64* Read "Will'o'Wisp 60 mph" -- it better than the Bible. **65* I'll have the gland corn, please. **66* Hey -- here's a neat idea -- carve weeds out of wood! **67* Whoah, rubber diesel, go-go aroma, gaseous glass, boiled splashing my splattered body en passant. **68* Ensky yourself in a tub of fat secretaries. **69* Bleed nitrogen mustard, jerk. **70* I can't say anything that you would want in your magazine. **71* When you sit there and lean over and read a stale newspaper and roll around restlessly inside yourself, all twisted and screwed up, then you know it's quarter after seven in the evening. **72* Forest crap frash delect mixim colder pennant cacophony whillip. **73* You're... just... spouting... a lot... of wind... at this... point... in time. **74* In your bone marrow resides the secret of that Rubik's Cube that had four blocks on each side instead of three. **75* Crows are fringe beasts of roadside perception; highway mystery birds -- come and swallow this moth smear on my poor winshield, fine jackdaw! **76* You will soon be wandering down a lonely street, on the verge of tears, howling silence tearing your ears, and lightning stabs of signs. **77* Begin to realize that your core is composed of grey caramel-colored lichen embryos having orgasms. **78* But we are all molded for your express enjoyment, you innocent little crumb. **79* Prepare a tithe for IBM. **80* Imagine a long stretch of fiery invisible rulers, in 1981, towards the people's basement -- where -- WE'RE MAKING SPACESHIPS! **81* Walk up to that person you've been eyeing and use this tried-and-true pick up line: "Can you feel the soft and waving drop to know where you are fishing for a mind now?" **82* For a week you will dream of nothing but a new product -- "canned yellowpens" -- like, they're yellow pens in a can. **83* Be off on a journey of approximately 45 minutes, my comrade! **84* Screw a damsel in a daisy-reality version of a Dunkin' Donuts. **85* A guy named Eb Traipse[TM] will take you on a guided tour of the plant this afternoon. **86* It's like one of those vending machines that has potato chips, candy bars, Twizzlers, peanuts, and the like -- except that this one has inoffensive little packaged afterworlds in it. **87* Please become very disenchanted with that cruller. **88* Amuse a morose and sickly girl. **89* In the alternate reality termed "beige reptile #19", all mirrors absorb 10% of the light which they reflect -- and nobody knows why! **90* That occasional pinprick you feel in your abdomen is just the government making sure that you behave yourself. **91* They finally did it -- they invented plastic water -- and you have to drink it! **92* Employ a rare patience in carving the detail work on the oil containers at the pretend parking lot -- and hey, do it blindfolded! **93* You were so very jubilant 'til the repair scarecrow bade you farewell... **94* If you can remember every tit you ever saw, then you most certainly have a photographic mammary. **95* The bitch Ms. Nibro will perform a lewd striptease whilst sliding down the bannister. **96* You will have the privilege of meeting my reality-girlfriend, Coltish Mammock[TM]. **97* Piss people off by making queer cat noises at lunchtime. **98* Nenorize a nillion days in Nay. **99* You're nice, but you do have a perplexing and noisome aftertaste. **100* All that the Empress Beth Ann ever said to me was "I hate you." -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- ----- |