|| -------- -- -----  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 THIRTEENTH ELEVEN <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Abaxial Usufruct  ||  -------> (Cup SUau013, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Au133   | DAMMERS DOMES daze in daze draughts dipper duel dual dang dong in deal in dammer in doze doze daze deal dammer dome dame dark in dust in in drastics Au134   | DELBAIPS shaft rubber cold! tingle in traipse absorb streaks strike stone all my curvy ice stinging me currently tangles in twine as mind sealed up with iron whacks malapropos motes falling accumulating on my bigger books slam bang crash whoosh boom more books! more books more books! sing to me, my lovely little girl sing to me sing to me sweetly so I can forget oh forsake oh forsake pretend with me to be me within me of your trade your spark in nature resemble a sprain of granite little dear little my little beautiful dear come and ride me come now Au135   | DESPAIR THE DARK NIGHT Prelude: The stage is set. Here the afternoon crawls its way towards evening, ignorant of the fact that it is always night. I taste, activity. What could give this. The street is paralyzed. Food is devious. Julia Child, killing lobsters on PBS. Oh my god. Why am I not hungry? Spinach, spinach. I'm Popeye. No no no no no. Glass, that's all, glass. My palate is revulsed. And I have to cross that out. Make time to get into it. The obligatory let there be light. Thoughts of goddamn chocolate chip cookies. I hate eating. And I hate sleeping. Brain. Maybe I'll leave this tan hell soon. My bubbled words a testament to the glory of the undertow. Agoo, let's seek expression in YELLOW METAL. I must, yes, I must go now. Ose. Ay ay. Tender moments, did she really? How can I reach a state of... Is it drama? Unreal, we're skirting a fine line. If I come out of this night alive, truly, if I have this book, then, then I will... No more. But no more what? Oh, I'm glad I'm here. Me. Who says it's drama. In that bed, the bastard old fuse was alit. The period of the evening's entertainment is predetermined. The final destination is Hades. Would you want to be here? Okay, okay, alright. Spent too damn much money, huh, be lucky if that's all I lose. Did she really? Ook ook ook, make the connection. That fuse is sparkling viciously towards, towards, well if I knew where it was going I'd be there. Or would I? So now all I see is a harrowing descent, each moment, each event drawing me further into this particular void. Hopeless noises, move on. The tower, the safety tower, blue banal scheme in the fading light. I am in no position to say anything. Here's a decision that was made for me. Here is an issue which hides itself from itself. Here is the strongest scarecrow helpless in the face of the coming drama. My fist comes down hard, a sharp glint in my forward mind. Golly, goll natcha tarana. Blink. Like a bee buzzing about my... head. I head into night. The first step of the journey I'm on the path. I feel that what I write is visceral and polyglot. There must be a lingual stream in the understructure. I may have prepared too much. I await the theater of reality. Should whatever happens be revealing. Should I expect a curve. I'm playing with fire, but the fire is nice. O so calm now underground. My growing set of issues like a multicolored wire running at a diagonal beneath me. Perhaps we did go too far. But, as in the image of Calvin, this is all planned out. There's as much chance to change it as there is a TV show. I know this is a temporary condition. Banana, Banana Republic. Having just read, I see that the slope is begun. With each word I trap myself more and more. Do I feel too good? Will something bad come out of the three? I know this state of cool will deteriorate. I'm going to set the mandrake. I'm expecting trouble. What would the ideal sit be? In there, back there, they turn out horrid nasty omsz. Cratch, crin yiell p'kor ackgnu mirilngn paskulnor brankoon f'morishkt. A land on my forhead. AND WHAT OF THE CHILDREN? Only a temporary condition. An accident in the tumultuous fake evening I am in. Below the belt. Down through the rafters. Can't you see that right now I don't care? What's on my mind. Will I get away with the break? So this is why there was extra money. Don't make me think. Godja! Would you believe it. Me. I think I should calm down now with the mandrake. And that's what he said. Can't you hear me. I could not set the mandrake; it made me tired. Now, a thought. Does this pave the way for alcohol? Hypocrite, perhaps? Wasn't that once an issue in release of power? Will I see the new people? Or the dees? A blam gannit firedossel bengali stark sloan. Foam. Let me cry but not. A corshick bentawl. Spelling incorrect. My stomach. Food, food is an issue. Beware of food. Perhaps going out to eat is not such a good idea, tho I hadn't planned on such. Ah yes alcohol. And what of my life. Look at her. She's sitting across from me drinking Diet Coke. She wears mostly white and a black vest. Her pocketbook looks old. She has tissues. She seems peripherally aware that I am writing about her. Is this tract falling off the wayside? Where is everything else? Ah yes, the button... Release the waste. God, it feels hot. I am arrived at center stage. The first encounter has three possible permutations. There, note, nothing. Prediction (optimistic as usual): nothing. Adds to the intrigue. Taken by storm. Am I passing spinach? Now the easy/hard trek to the first, smooth sailing barring encounters along the way (why does this seem likely?). And yes the co-sponsor will play a part (unfortunately?). Git goin' yep. Things feel ready to explode. (Angry boyfriends, perhaps?) Forget I said anything. Watch my step. Ciao. Nothing, no note or there. Numerous encounters, but none significant. People, confusion. When this blows over, the entertainment will begin. Semi-sig just now. I'll play it by ear, but since fate is "on", it matters not what I do. Okay, okay pretty soon. Cool, the whole situation is falling apart (as expected). I could now predict a whole lot. Take it easy, however. Why don't we really face the blasted issue of reality travel. Make sure to, later. (?) Yeah, I feel the grip of Kalvin on me right now. Next step: follow the lead. This pale perceptual space is stretching and falling. Relax. Time to reluctantly go (even though I want to). Lead: no good. As expected. This is really getting bad. Nobody is home. Those who are have to study / write papers. I feel lost. This trip is useless. It's falling apart. Nobody here. Running out of options. Roccomendation: explore reality travel / push it to the limit. This book sucks. I know reality travel won't work. No one is home. What the hell. I am fallen. Well, before there was free food. (remember earlier reference) The "she" earlier mentioned then found connect nil (writing paper). Not much else. The food is devious. Several other things are also, devious. Let's go deeper. Summon the power of the ages (I feel appropriately ecch.) This is coming out dumb. A stupid waste of time; I may as well go back now and pick up the pieces. BUT I WON'T BECAUSE THIS IS FATE. Every word is preset. I feel like a machine. I feel... like now is the time. Energy, that's it. An oasis, Pleasant but temporary haven. Time to face the gaping maw of monster night again. I can't wait. Go on give me any word starting with letter S please. Later. The night is over. It was perhaps the most useless and depressing experience in my life. I was totally lost, my emotions were ripped asunder. I had a fake experience where I "regained" the "reality travel array". Yeah, suuuuuuuuuuure! I just couldn't take it anymore. There was no reason to be there. Bad situations. Broke a pseudo-date. No need to delude myself. "I don't know." means "NO" without a doubt. Yes I am pissed. At the fact of what happened (and didn't). There was no Kalvin, no predetermination. I did it all myself. I'm mad at the childish way I'm acting, feeling that leaving suddenly will make them "sorry" for me. No, I just had to get out beforeI got any more involved. This book is a failure, but I am not. I have power but must know how to use it. In this case it was very destructive in the end. And I never even got to Hades. Ø Au136   | DODE And into this torrid blithering down nightside we bruskly bellow forth tripping on electric rubber cords, wrapping, flipping, tongue shocking, biting certain elements corrode us in ecstasy -- slammings damp fear goner tubs bubbles legs crazy crazy endings of sheer bismuth dode. Au137   | FUSE A FUSES wondering heavier than you heavier than you heavier than usual night alive night alive I'm swept I'm deter the mind from southwest departings how fuse a fuses deem it chaste drama drama drama in first of fur stroke on face freights set the rare object down upon my desk if you will set it down my fair companion set it down a mug of fiery goop for you! Au138   | HECK TISSUE ECHELON in a noise like "thonk" oh no oh no oh no no no no yup see it all the the sight over there all of it sight seeing it !!! harps bending sharp metal gadgets hey whatta shame Heck tissue echelon, and a vapor moaner can't hold the previous engine the gargled one that one in a noise like "koing" oh bless you bless you oh bless you at young hands clasped so tightly, the freezing cursive tea Flip you later, bead Flip you flip flape! connie! banderbow! snue! den osue? Sell beeps! A good trade! gheh. so a noise like in a noise like "sheeksh" blending each wall with its counterpart wall in a strangely pleasant manner yet strangling to an already highly perturbed floor! Goasgeteurs. Ibberesk. Neksherbleana. Cope. Do it? Shallow bread dunk in murky stagnant brack. Heha yummy -- total! Kooble. Din dasters. Prafe. Kended. Moober. Salt. Now come along see... apusual Taken, in bales of carbon? Taken, who knows? Hinder me. You do. meet the county encounter now meet... the blasted incongruity! hence... the corner is a clanger seen... by heady zooming pedestrian blue blue stone clothing, that is trying to express this this environment in some some accurate way Well shall I indeed Nonoby is nobody as you well know Nonody is everybody as you well know high the limit, not the edge, in pushing push me Fallan be fallen like roaring with in power couldm'de rafters with slight ot slioght magnificence eh, doubt please inner! blummid canshine easpige corfathervede memory exploang so in the end experience a dull sort of euphoria why don't yah? Au139   | PERCHANCE TO CHAT WITH MS. AUKLET neppernik guordelstaggern peace group telldepper hen flag low cruel bay gang boxin plooper stake guar nenmopply star eagler is plenty fale in duper quarrel basters at stooker hal blee at! candornan! beep steeker beem eabler skall kwee nuda tan periapt for a nipple, hey mother earth is my sweetheart -- oh how oh how oh how she so certainly is she is mine mistress asoilher but hey? eh no! not that! the other subject, Bob! yes, that one. Peeper! Gongs in cloudscapes for spice ho ho is the happly nenk soosker peeny scoat deng-deamphleephy! A! Eager to pretend in the hole, eh, Norm? Gaga! See gaga blurphis, Pat! Sleoopine! Ah, yester den low in supine delight, craving aspects of your form, my dear! Hen hobos abound on this bluff, eh pshaw! wood puld sundae, baby eldientaprick? conabey! Shoe is heavy, uranium in your sole, muffin? Ho ghock. Tin pleasantries are so tedious is mid-afternoon job gathering, don't you say? Eh, don't you very much agree, eh? Ho blop! Tingle favors, see neeple goad pramzy goable extralorp, tigg balm. hooper nouphagh, in magic whazarday, ken tarop pasties ig bloon glapper, fell into a vat of astral tar / how odd a shiver / a jolly jolt to boot. Eh Ney Eh Ney Goap So follow me now all you creeps follow me and avoid doom awhile if you've any impetus you can groan hangle nor northern bame ig snooph. Ay, my lovely lady earth, please gimme a kiss where it counts. Au140   | THE BIG MONSTERS Gushain, Kashan, Irurat, Katone, Rushinta, Akuvar, Eletu, Ontrega, Ifzein, Akelror, Zufar, Exenora, Rasseltun, Kosain, Ebsekkian, Rorvain, Usentie, Usenshie, Vusamar, Zagel, Zaertrune, Quendo, Nomandi, Reshe, Talugo, Zsorphain, Kuble, Zaigen, Atonuga, Bagasee, Caratera, Dogora, Mantira, Ogora, Vumain, Veselhem, Tunege, Rapsune, Geldor, Fastax, Mushain, Rosena, Bugga, Lareson, Trega, Mandusaur, Gutayen, Pashoon, Paralden, Tunese, Roga, Loga, Vendessora, Kantune, Kelren, Ulugura, Vemtair, Vemalo, Vemusa, Firog, Gohoso, Roloten, Magi, Magee, Muentala, Gagrasue, Tiripo, Vuemoga, Lurrzo, Kantre, Aga, Tamu, Ha'vish, Monogota, Solonotaio, Ekshe Rimbat, Keleren, Usura, Vamasa, Gono, Suerain, Micha, Olondo, Vagru, Tellergon, Vem, Tarshu, Walgee, Walgi, Gogo, Gogora, Zoofik, Tumela, Aragoan, Sushi, Hekerosa, Mende, Rati, Garu, Emo, Sekaru, Demse, Walla, Wala, Demshure, Sure, Muvie, Gacha, Vladro, Dromis, Isagon, Nekon, Neko, Toruga, Axagon, Mokra, Mokro, Ruemuethka, Tayuga, Anja, Anjai, Zagras, Ekero, Tiripo City, Mt. Rushinda, Koss, Olibaz. Au141   | THE MAN BEGAN IN A TREMBLING AND FEARFUL VOICE Sitting on this bus, travelling oh so far away. A long time ago I was thinking. Get me off this world. And as if by magic I'm still here. Flashing lights, stroboscope. It was a problem to be sure. How to leave. I can't leave. But the looming pale of a grey sky, and the touch of her hand. The cityscape before twilight. Shaking me up, shaking me all up. All up, all up inside. How to leave. The quantum is the clue. All that can be exists. Our world is a TV channel. I walk around at night sometimes,blinders flapping, the tower blinking. I want to leave. I'm just a comic book. I turn the channel, another gameshow. Finding the right domain. The key to it all is here. Our world is a TV channel. How do we turn the TV channel? Yes, we are here in the kitchen, but what is The Next Kitchen? Of the dial. I sleep sometimes, too. A hollow thunder splash my roar, unseen unfelt. Our world is on the frequency. A frequency. The TV signal the Reality signal. Spinning now birds, drama in the courtroom. Release my. Inner angel unfold, know the glorious life. I knew you would. Blasting, capping the hole. Forth asunder, the left, journey crumble. Bitume, the TV signal contains all the shows. Bitume, the Reality signal contains all realities. From A to Z. Baby laugh, maybe I can rearrange this airy lane. The final seam and click into place. But all those miracles must belong with, el, Jake, all those miracles... Au142   | WEB FN08 Ffrraannkk Eeddwwaarrdd Nnoorraa Bbaallbbii Nove Ember Fur St. Nine Dean Ate Eayate Hware emm iye? Compare: 1984 was 4 years ago.                 November 1st 1984 was 4 years ago.                 I was in high school. Now here -- Re: nowhe. THAT GREY CAVE High School??? ?? ? -so-     Sitting uncomfortable beachy chair arm slick wood ache tang. Sun hot nostril, bitter sensation chest. Come. A flapping language for the tinny mistress of the thought. Bango dotted dashed splat, create for no icy crumble tumble artistic spastic mystic. Coiled falling release, pressure direct, squeeze worse, her tits, her bellybutton, blazing blood in head and hand. Coarse lucid blank for the dirt cutting into my forehead and dust in my eye, licking pale parched earth, circle on my skull, went. Coin for machine, deserted fair, fingers rend metal in plight. Cope expander dunking plaster candy, white chemical burn brain spin. Chomp into poison chair, nails horns in solid bone above eye. Cry but forbidden idea held and slip into dread a coma. Slow blister banging carnival dank damn drop, see the setting sun and to optic nerve to never melt. Blow. AND WE CAN BEGIN TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY'S NIGHT b      e      l      o      w     I just see Washington D.C., Smithsonian autumn, after a rainfall, happy smiles kiss my love. tender is the day -- blender is the night So, if all else fails, we can be the waterfall for a while.     Bast, cat bitch. owe, can I feeeeel U.? ------------------------------- !     So, it all just comes down to the black smear of ash that you are, remember worm bow down. If you relax, I might spare your mind an onslaught but probably not. It is the process of life, knave, you see. Can. Can of soda.     Just one kiss Au143   | WHAZEY WAY ezpezzid plape proper noag snew eflune snopairne goaga eager namanmalperpnay seethers in waters darky greeny! troupnsdvbcriohjkusfioaghoi or rather trounsbriokusfioghi nests in metal rakes aplenty in fields afire, heck netherblood in my veins -- feels good! stupors in dank nowheres belly of the atmosphere's heavy dreads bone anchor to stop our crash prepare for all documents in a whazey way -- a touring troupe of all weird folks! yummy clamps for light brunch -- bring'em all! phase out, be see-through, begone -- hoary eyeblinkers, nope seep through the carpet the door my friend through the door through it with ease and godspeed my friend through now you will see through it and you you see I am all powerful in this room -- don't you forget it! No no no! No! No. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----