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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 EIGHTEENTH ELEVEN <------- || Superior || Abaxial Usufruct || -------> (Cup SUau018, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Au188 | A BELOW 8-leaf clover hovers tollbooth weasel wordings capstan of mercury zero kelvin beverage fridge honor dockwatch hogwash beams of clubs in a brothel diamonds red spinning under the legs of a chair go through a giant hymen like a door pretend you are a car a cavernous carriage east wells in which you're tried wending our ways away from beds barns stupefy a duck, or two damage, in slinky delight corner a damsel in a showroom & do her eat her you know what she likes it 8-leaf clover hovers tollbooth weasel wordings capstan of mercury below, we see a mass of ice below, Au189 | A SEAL AUG -- sittin' here gut blung... cars a far an away an Hana! Pleep oh sneek a blogue noze Pees especkern curallow I will send it to you in the the tan vision light brown light brown the See the wall in those colors in patterns like like what I may imagine the good life to be an exploration in idiocy; no way in he is maybe eighteen years in the past short, picked on, annoying, average intelligent sensitive insecure I don't really like him but I accept him him who's him but him but but yeah I am the one at this point and Au190 | BAD PHILOSOPHY C O O L C O O L I W A N T I T O k Well it was a rainy afternoon I was wasting time lying on the floor listening to talk radio sort of sleeping sort of blowing it all off sort of trapped in a bad present I was alive I was Ok and I advanced from that point from then going to the mall in daze to all the events 'tween now 'n' then Ha! Bad philosophy! Au191 | DOWN UNDER a damn crate with gray goo inside gluten, I think what a wondrous tame vision almost laughable christ laughing... he wasn't a god but an icon he had nothing to do was bored I'm in Australia, I think these Aussies! what fun they are what a laugh oh who'm I kidding I ain't down under I'm nailed to a block of wood as if I were christ aw just kidding fooled ya I'm in Australia. Au192 | EH KNOT and such is the goes for not in any bed bed heavy said said bled said bled be the be the in the state of being on your side of the bed and me in mine you see that's the way it's supposed to happen the way of the lives of us and every other man and woman as we are but one out of innumerable versions of Adam and Eve lurking the earth tonight but maybe we can transcend the blunt covers maybe we can can can overcome these transparent bindings wrapping you and me and earth in an impossibly tangled and troublesome knot Au193 | GOING OVER IT AGAINST cool blurred whitelight off the roof concerned with the set of small papers you see the curved rod exitting entering the scratches on the skin on your hand weavings becoming to you heart pray pale zooms neither corrupt nor matters deals in early afternoon galeforce wind struck on the brow by a passing mattress stuck in surprise coming and going so well so well so much so what going and equally coming I commend all ten I'm a man of fingers and ability I'm a man, the form of a mission I'm matter within an animated desire I will deliver nothing else Au194 | PAIN IN MY TEETH See. A son sane. Soap a buxom maid in lust. Lusty soapings of a buxom maid. The bits of tin foil in fable. In fable. The hen has harrowings. I graduate, then I graduate. And hah. Who is she -- what a loser. Fuck her. Well, I'm here now thinking displacing air. I'm. I'm and imagined pain in my teeth. The fucking assholes at my school, the fiasco of education there. My past as bare. My past as bare. I certainly do dare. I certainly am the man for the job. Just watch, you fucking morons. Au195 | THE UNREALED PARK and then in nature then weathering in a wavering gone along on the road of the fences going on through such alliances as not even through a farm a rust a watering can a did dog I wonder just why I think I understand I wonder this billous hamper is dread I will enter a sewing a den a gray wall in a hall by a stair dim lights in din night in dim flights faint yell go across and retreat from an avoidance a wave Au196 | THE WE'RE HERE the unrevealed boredoms of the games gone by of the plain hallway as a thought as a philosophy the near bookstore awaken in reference opening into the swim taking a look at what seems the real and constantly moving you know no other way you know no other formula in the self the whole of all selves remember we are the ones we are the ones you've been allied with don't meander, we're here Au197 | TIME PIPE now in the woods rush inside and sit outside grab a stick balance it between your nose and upper lip now break it feel the pressure growing on your gums then the release remain looking upward try and smell the trees let out a moan that is the forest you are the forest, in a way and understand all things in its context in the way of it in in wondering, we understand but the slant of the sky the air the cloud the running water the breeze a bird a rock and a Au198 | UNDER REMEMBER trove enter knave bindings and morose skill soons of signs bland hours of train track hobby in tweezing the mallard to the stuns of an overland overloads hen's whizzings no palate poor pest in damn for ladles bent hasn'ts banders trowel and histories go kneeward of stalwart in sang feather's threats again upon an arc a brambles in -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- ----- |