|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- SUPERIOR CLASSIC--VESTIBULE ONE (1-31) --------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc001, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 1 Hemidawn the racer, cracks the demishock of morn coursing through the dim. And into the arch of the former is the nixter, and for never the corner is the yarster. This is the fine design of the crying. Empty in derivation, and less on the keys than in the eye, heavy fingers upon the board, lane adored in dream. Found a pond and liked it. SUPERIOR 2 To you, o master of nothing, I bequeath this feather of entity. Find it near the hollow waterwheels. Go then foolish man and seek your struggle. My gift to you is plague. My wish, fall. Neverbeginning, the simple rivertrickle dandy in its whistle. The day has come, but very long for you. SUPERIOR 3 Neither the trowel nor the dame are languid. Look, the state of night far college drive. See, the girlfriend is just barely a friend, young nightmare. In sleep I know I think. A daze is my only seen in a mall with a games are good. No pretend car! SUPERIOR 4 Ponder sorts of emotions in malls, flee my construct, and eat a cake from a shelf. For the stone, I, the solid liquid, never before decided a fate as temporary as this. In ways, I terminate this building, paint a good sign. Please groove forever, my lusty love, for the good grain, bulbous, holy, and blasting, stems twigs as I walk along, can't compare to your form. A mathematician in a parking lot, inside the blankety-blank heat of her station wagon. Regard the silly nakedness of her yawn. If I wanna kick a door open, I'll do it. SUPERIOR 5 Anydaze will do cool focus mornings. Slender chicks nude in a vision, cute and steamy and ready, dressing. So the waterfall falls and the window down a road. Even in the evening, I corral a lot of fears and load them into a revolver and fire into the vast wheatfields of the occult, and delight in such a wonderful display of courage on the part of my dazzle. Now there near those woods special spirits patrol highways. Gone into the haze of dusk he chessed out, as a battler. Pawns are a good thing, but a nother way. Minions of mine are silly, but docile. Never unremember unlimber simmer for the tea! SUPERIOR 6 Lazy day and odd sun. Nine little pebbles remote in a vast deserted parking lot huddle together, speaking in relaxed whispers, having a little meeting. The clouds come. Thunder the darkening sky. Air the prime raindrops blossom forth in deluge collapsing onto the pavement. And the nine little pebbles have a little drink. SUPERIOR 7 Dank blended heart, pleasing all morons in matters of affairs of the bit match smoldering in saliva sanguinely. Less else is nonsense to snare. Bareful bugs in neat supple vim. College caterwaul, blaming of the vane. Stupid awards in afternoon breezes. SUPERIOR 8 Needed the tea am flimsy's. Trash the airport meadow. This, matter thru wonder, dazed weaver's undisaster. The drive rules, highway driving in cool weather. SUPERIOR 9 Through grass-lined corridors of caramel steel, helmet of wood and carbonated milk. A sharp loud noise in the bookstore, mind blurring, my internal organs are now liquid. Melting into the arms of girl night, licking her tits. In pungent brightness she walked. I was crazy on coffee and ate candy. So many choices in mine mad matter, so simple and clear. Watching a television in a hotel room, drinking a can of soda in a hotel room. The air is chill. The lights are cool. SUPERIOR 10 Born, met with traces, gone, full of space. Cold ceramic oracle, tickle my lowers, shower my cowls. Hail to the many ways and days of the typesetter. And the fortune of our effort is the wheel we always hear, humming in the dark vapor of the basement, a cold testimony to the electric jello that is our life. And for all the majesty of mind, for where the oldest tree clings to dust, we are now, and forever never, to abandon the flavor, and indeed savor, the water we drink. SUPERIOR 11 A college hallway from before? Before me? Where exactly is this today, anyway? Wheel, see ya later. Be in delusion my friend, forget the best in everything. Time has come to do some speaking. No evening out in the end. Landscapes like to annoy you. Many folks who're too similar are gathering around me. Pretend to be yourself, smell a pine tree, eat some M&M's. Gloop mergers in Cleveland's occult shops. A formula be iffy at best. I need her doorwayish way. SUPERIOR 12 Might it not have been the depravity of some other sentienthood? But then, why would I preprogram avoidance of delving into the darkerside of humanity, else that the prior form and humanity are comparable in terms of the overt structure of their corruption? Power and understanding. These are diamonds, diamonds. I wield them both comfortably, as a modern crossbowman in a winter wood. With limitation, I am perpetually compelled to erase unknowing. But the matter is esoteric and not of this road. SUPERIOR 13 The coffee of your dreams is a medicated version of tan venom flavored highway gook. Try some sopping dry heavy popcorn in that damn chest of drawers. Breathe in vacuum lumber. The forecast is for rain, early at times. Suck the ammonia vent, my love. Forest crap frash delect mixim colder pennant cacophony whillip. Crows are fringe beasts of roadside perception--highway mystery birds--come and swallow this moth smear off my poor windshield, fine jackdaw! Please become very disenchanted with that cruller. SUPERIOR 14 SIZZLE--for formulas are dead, and science is stripped, and reality is mad as a flower. Corrupt as my ancestor sailed, he played childish games, equal to motion to pinball the secret. Shallow bread dunk in murky stagnant brack, the tired arithmetic splattered on hallway walls, super logic durable. SUPERIOR 15 Can the night and face and body in recently rain lawn dark and up, figure weird sign weird road, around the walkway to the corner to the wavy attack of field of doorway shimmer. This, the dream behind the dream, the real dream scarcely we ever see. SUPERIOR 16 Bad banjo noise in cop car 5. None of your malarkey, Joe. Sinning regularly at gasoline-havens, wimping out at the slightest-boom. 135 unwed sweeties for smoochy. Catch a falling tar monger, Ted. Being a feather, I have no opinion. Being a diner owner, I cry always, in the rain, in the thunder nights, and lightning Dave went home too late--it wasn't there. SUPERIOR 17 I area to deeply voice a booming call. In pleasing and blades this is the smaller enter unto me. Cautious? Can't tackle her tickle her! Be in frenzy cap bless the sound, cool of an action. Calling you on no stabler, metal as violence sang angry. Now we are in the process of travelling a road, that feeling of travel, the mysterious roads. The of into horizon near a body of water. Society! SUPERIOR 18 Being thus in this befuddled transit, every time a new challenge, every time a new disaster. At highwayside's edge, my room is silent and still. At highwayside's edge, hands together so tightly, the freezing cursive tea. Neverending in driving around, I hacksaw my memory and curse the setting sun. A lazy heavy machine will sashay and loving mates may depart on railways unreal and of unshackled concordance. SUPERIOR 19 For a healthy dose of saintly insanity, try some earth custard. Use telekinesis to tickle a waitress's sinuses. Screw a damsel in a daisy-reality version of a Dunkin' Donuts. Squeeze a generous portion of sodium hydroxide-flavored cheese icing onto your salami sandwich. A curiously chaotic fruit gum will rend your jaw into a bloody cartilage souffle. Piss people off by making queer cat noises at lunchtime. SUPERIOR 20 Pretty moon, dark dangerous road. Pretty field, dark dangerous house. Pretty river, dark dangerous dam. Pretty road, dark dangerous river. SUPERIOR 21 Wondering heavier than usual night alive I'm swept I'm deter the mind. From southwest departings, how fuse a fuses, in first of fur stroke on face. Freight 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! SUPERIOR 22 Apartment's a jester, I said, the real superstreet wasn't in the dream, it was in the what was the field. And cannot a contrary local anybody evil a store corner in plural goad empathy? Steel, the metal amazing, structures wonderful rails and tides of portables, crush negative. Dim lit acreage soon hummed in agitation--girls of flags in gales were expected--but were late. SUPERIOR 23 Dire rail train you, pull to here in stat megatons of water! Felling to enter and become, wait and the dark fence. Like the mischief of the driver, truly in the bliss of okay either way! The true ward of carelessness is brandiness, the blond braids of honor and hyperdesire. Create the bornage of hell life, in the airport of mind time. Target in teamness, never at all! SUPERIOR 24 That is what is my thoughting what draft. Toward the not and the yarx to say, been being bawn, the tart mental staft of ornin. In pinpil of marter is the gain of the dar. Lil not the corft, and not in pen is cannot. Large torn ben addid the porse nenner. Lyle can pretend to survive a maffin delay, yet a cane doamin sends a came elmid, toray. Oagin ten liell, ax tarber doomin, eps el commin dafpin omnim. Ooger tooger moom, tin bask abler sammin. Timpistis the lelben kin askin den balbinx oshocken don. Keel den, sin kelbeps mompin. Gill din, tin benken strep. En denny plor, doon sinnern steplin. Mem elper gorn, tell denny semplid. Bon, duh soon eagle, eagler norner, tan kenner. Boon, the forn donny is kell, and the poon siller is kon. So bell the ten, el konny dorder, seep in kip stahl nox. Doon doonter intip. Forner kaster empenny pell. Norper disp. Kool danny fonny pill sisker diller mill stoopler. Koll dondin kon mormin. Eel din din el men in din jepser tee. SUPERIOR 25 Unearth some ancient fried eggs. Are you not a famous scientist? Several corrosive acids will melt your hat. The Johnny the Mouse idea stinks. Bow down and worship your least favorite chair. Meditate on this--your dam is a coot. Look for eaglets in your shoes. Damn the sprig of medicinal plastique--yours is a non-holistic path. SUPERIOR 26 Fold your cat. An annoying stranger will ask you for a ride to Pittsburgh. Don't try to find the roller coaster--it will find you. Stare at anything but a wheatfield or a tetrahedron. Bathe in a sticky, gray, nutritious protein substance, such as gluten. Devise 106 uses for an unpopular adverb. Please hover above a local vegetable garden. You just ripped two relatively useless bags in half. SUPERIOR 27 Will I decide to go to the office tonight--NOW THAT'S FUNNY--now that was years ago. Be at the Pathmark in Parsippany tonight, be at the 7-11 in Summit tonight, be at the Dunkin' Donuts in Madison tonight, be at the Evil Farm in North Branch tonight. Motionblack supramazing Route 80 tonight. Travel along and not a screech to a halt in sight, the spinning to silky so lovely the magic the twisting the gliding the shatter no matter the doors. Back in time, the sleep, the insanity, the manic drivings. Back in time, the years, wasted the centuries gained. But time-it goes pastfast. WELL THE ROAD to D.C., Montreal, Woodbridge, Mountain Lakes, Jersey City, into the that's tact. SUPERIOR 28 Being that wonder is slight, going all along the day midwall, the corporeal stab is the your sense. Building is the same, in a wane, in the stay, to over gas stations. Can we all mall? Snowflaw car, the day of the eatery's salad bar super tray. For the nice domed window above I call home, and a book on magic at the library is under a roof in the rain. Can all this be? Twis sury. SUPERIOR 29 Waking in late afternoon, mind pummelled with horrible dream, lounging in avoidance, dark thinking in shower. Drying in personal nakedness, the late afternoon is tired, the late afternoon is slow. I'm lethargic when I awake in this time. Shall I go to the store, shall I go to the library, shall I awaken from the late afternoon. SUPERIOR 30 Who are you, fraught with frivol and flit? I need to do it and you desire it. Please, below meaning, don't discover honesty or friendliness. Comfortable and nude in a blanket cozy and warm, the smell of Wheatina and a little Swiss Army knife and a bird outside sounds like a dot matrix printer. Remember this, the good arcade there, time and coffee daydreamica. What has happened here? SUPERIOR 31 All the wonderful days flat black-and-white. Rush of much, scamper the stung spirits, we longed for the designs of good nowheres. New pleasing plunder the fairy night shaken, in me the time of tinglement torn, in you the awe of nascent strength. Long blended parts of weeks, never to the doorway's beauties. And in these magnificent insecurities were the truths the bridges, for in the candleflicker of dusk, everthere these two, less long than a birdsong. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----