|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- PARKING--VESTIBULE TWO (32-61) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Parking  ||  -------> (Cup SUpk002, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = PARKING 32 * 7/31/97 The disruptive people in (whatever). I have no need here. Let the neighbors have their gardens. PARKING 33 * 7/31/97 Yeah let's go around. That feeling of there being so much to experience, and you wanna popcorn yeah wow fall all over the place. Fly and drive, don't know you got a gas tank. Don't know you'll run out of gas. Spend some time looking for a refill, that's a good one, but no one does it. PARKING 34 * 7/31/97 Ficticious city. The end of an era. A child drinking in the wonderful promise of the future in EPCOT in the eighties. And the wacky discovery of pornography. We can map and edit these happening, I know I can. When you stick up for yourself, no one can ever take that away from you. But you have to temper this set of ideas with common sense. PARKING 35 * 8/3/97 Him being rude or him being weird. PARKING 36 * 8/13/97 Throw out all the porno magazines. Mineral will hold aximum transient silly nightdrivings. Deem the cigar bands. Not much new, society is idling, and I am stealing glances at cool logos. PARKING 37 * 8/30/97 Me and a fountain, reflected in a door. Night, a huge lighted fountain at Carmine's wedding, my new short haircut and wearing a suit, and walking towards the door, the fountain behind me. And I saw myself in a new light. PARKING 38 * 9/26/97 Casual good looks 1980. Computers are just getting going. Cigars are not popular. But a dream statue, holding a true burning flame high, not at all related to Statue of Liberty, and a blue or black lake or ocean at night and the light of the fire. And the bright clinging to science, many centuries of information, and hoping and feeling and not being there. Seventeen years later. I need to return to those roots happily. PARKING 39 * 10/2/97 Fuel Vay an airport distribution. And the old blue jean dusk all sky and autumn feel. Lahawu grasping a rock. Office building has feelings. Dryg anticlock. PARKING 40 * 10/18/97 Coffee steam is distilled water, hearthought the-shot. Type of plastic box, yearn and mingle, dealing with people sexual tension is not the ultimate motivator, there is something deeper. Orange plastic light. Silver bullion. Might think about magnetic media. PARKING 41 * 10/18/97 Try history. Want life to be creamy. Don't bother, the spirit of the bird is beyond you. State forest. PARKING 42 * 10/18/97 Belief in god is abstract, evolution is all about explaining life without god. Yet we cringe at stuff about god. Yeah, the messengers may be vapid, but don't judge the message. This world was created. There are intelligences behind it. Here, though, it's all just too confusing. PARKING 43 * 10/25/97 Yeah. You know, life is rain, and fucking in Pennsylvania. Can I justify that. Drunken thinking about science fiction movie. Pipes and wires all around you. You are friend. PARKING 44 * 10/25/97 For fool poor, gotten city of neon calligraphy, a foreign writing. Construction yard full of possibilities as child. Bay alarm, the random liquid decoration. Video arcade token, tiny passageways carved into it, and explore it with a nanobot you are virtually into. PARKING 45 * 10/25/97 It's all about seeing the unseen. What you believe about that which you cannot perceive. I figure if I added up all the time I've been in malls, it would have to be over four months. Your facade doesn't help other people understand you. CDs and CD-ROMs, when the data on a million of them could fit on a matchhead, build buildings out of them, shingled roofs and all that. Pa-pa mechanical toy cat ha-ha. PARKING 46 * 10/26/97 I have am tiled blue flashy reverberation. Combination. Sitting quiet and comfortable and hearing a distant jet. Chemical activity in me and cable. The back who of door frame and the dart board Adventureland depression. That thing of minutes, in meeting, reading the minutes, that is the definition of uncool. PARKING 47 * 10/26/97 Been aching tropical references. Sorry, I don't speak foreign languages. Oily mental blast of car repair smell. Yeah, the individual is cool, been all around the world, you'd think him to be better, on a higher plane, but that is not the case. Talk about the autograph of Abraham Lincoln or something. Value is a fascinating topic. PARKING 48 * 10/27/97 Moved three times in 28 months. Moving, mental and physical exhaustion. Rough. And I sit here, smoking more of the same Cuban cigar. Man, a timespace doorway to that Nazi salt mine full of 200 tons of gold or something before it was discovered. No one would notice a couple tons of gold missing. I just figured out, Bill Gates could buy more than 2000 tons of gold with his 30 billion dollar fortune. I got Obliviana. PARKING 49 * 11/2/97 And reading about Dave Sim talk about Cerebus in 1985 blinks open a college secret, feeling that a warm and full potential can and does exist. We have lost a lot over the past few years. You can be jaded and say "yeah so what", meaning there's nothing we can do about it. Zeitgeist uncontrollable inalterable? Yeah, some malls are closed on Sunday. Some rocks bands are here to stay, but the members have been struggling with past glory for decades now. The secret is, a restrictive mainstream makes for a much richer subculture. Rebels have always thought that their way would be better for everyone. But their way is only awesome when balanced with a strong, unyielding traditional culture. PARKING 50 * 11/2/97 I would photograph stars and make wallpaper for cool stores. PARKING 51 * 11/8/97 The dollop of sea spray Norse gods. Tobacco and mall shop earlier centuries clean up apartment. Four narcotic types of beverages. Tea Owl, childhood friend. I go beach batch beach. Hee hee hee. PARKING 52 * 11/9/97 Sitting around in a scummy arcade. Let us for something different. I play robot game, an uncomfortable city around. Fun but blank stares. I am in the way others perceive me. I have my own sphere here. I like the naked honesty. PARKING 53 * 11/9/97 Peek, demon, peek. Life is big. How much striping? Rock music, I live in a nowhere community. Mall like any other mall. But dreams of New York. Silicon Alley. Multimedia job. But college first. The darkness of the forest and the darkness in me. In an inhury you seek relief. Growing up wrong you also seek relief. These are the times, not our parents. But I can be in a bowling alley and I can experiece a whole cosmic realm invisible to other people. I am a new kind of person. I read the kind of books ordinary people don't read. PARKING 54 * 11/9/97 Is very intriguing, Arming. Days of stability, the fire archer knows. Pocket radio romance, a robot squirrel under glass, and kappa maki. The publicty and promotion. Disarto Lane language. And I think trains on rails show your life. PARKING 55 * 11/26/97 For the feeling, stab of lobby, hit pause, salt water sexuality and a new city. Nail, I shop center massive grid alien warfong thinking. Pailing. Star overturn. And I at young school, the vague drain heights. And we are to pool. That is various. Time spent at mall video game store. Signed. PARKING 56 * 11/28/97 Two whore, cool hall wizard, tempuraturial fun hat and car. Be to lodge, who has spray danks, who has locked a virginal. Hee ha that meter, talk brilliant, hi college bright she, popcorn textbooks. I was am gold and thunder. Said estate to stay, worn science fits, glee of eagle, fin of robot hat, emerald isle. PARKING 57 * 11/28/97 Persons able to me go volley. Us culling, this photo. Bad hotel dreamscape. Golf theme cafe, fly plane overhead coconut. Visited, that hunk of something, nothing here, spiralbound here and her life, yeah in a drugstore and the nothing of your life. Pee spirit libraries, striping in numb colors, sexual and gone. PARKING 58 *11/30/97 To for diresty in hijij, gone to union super market and cannon ball firn today to shoe store was kidding. Marhey fun huj and park on drive long ago with former girl friend and mall mall. Trop trop, am I the jisty gun gun I am pompous as a student I am lost I had a faded Yes Leave It twelve inch single in my window on Thompson Street and I was in film school and I was ha ha ha. Imagined darkness, not cave magic at all. PARKING 59 * 11/30/97 Hyper junk I have to write about my trip to California. Have the yellow guitar. A junk. People suck. Kindling, the I am building something. From cigar to pipe, a dream train station near Madison called Black Cherry. PARKING 60 * 11/30/97 Peer she is, her smoking narcotic was art, and I a painting all in blue, we were with you, inkelf. Be lost in hoar frost, Christmas of three years tin ornament high and godlike I screw you. Hiccup. Tin host, major Holiday Inn jangle, hiccup, circle in excitement I am here and this. Be pure. PARKING 61 * 1/1/98 Fire headphone wheatstalk. I thunk now you think, subject is meaning. Plastic as no longer the hyper Italy. Yo, I fear sea dudes, that are girls. Proof of bookstore, surf guitar interdimensional trip. Stress reliever, fucker, this day much that has been with us is gone, and a new day. And many voids to fill. Fill or be demolished by. Wow, if I'm still childlike, I walk in New York, Penn Station, video game stores, Theater at Madison Square Garden where I saw the Howard Stern "Private Parts" premiere and also Tori Amos in her RAINN concert. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----