|| -------- -- -----  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 SEVEN (183-213) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc007, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 183 What I can't am able and jar to fly up and op and am the slever. Tired of this, and it was just yesty. Can't not continue, what am is doin' is wonderfoh no. Lie save us was a saying? Aye aye aye to go is to do it at all? No no no. Forget the girls of flags in gales--they ain't comin'. In a field, I was bored, and only wanted to spend time with my record player. Russian folk song guy, kill you. For foranderson locating nothing to say. Getawong, y'all and I am not here oh fluck it I am not just go go go. Have to hope Drave comes through. He's the with all the tools for it. SUPERIOR 184 Young and rocket launch, painful seeing you highway, ache of year of the face. Yellow little car of yours, I see it sometimes in shopping centers, giant shopping center where I live with 100,000 other people. Stupid 1950 coolboy, Jill you. Find find find I am going to find it. Reincarnation dumb the girl--she is she is she is she is she is TRUE. Get away from me. The part of my head I was at on Bloomfield Avenue was something. SUPERIOR 185 Crammed and lubricated the triangle dog college bookstore, funny the way they watch TV here abouts. One of the black and gray walkways I know, goes to girl rooms and goes to power magical and goes to stimulation and goes to the movies. Skunk hair punk piece of ass, here I am. SUPERIOR 186 Like a glass airport airplane, the trials of the surf are wanting of sinktude. Feeble the grand andmomenta young, I was dangling from the deathly safety pipe. Wrongderful place, in an oil job place, the crime of wishing is kind of God. Hail tryout the yomper tomper yomper Jeep YAYAYA! SUPERIOR 187 Forplease, get me outta here Jenara. Descending into the tunnels--what was that again? Soar, falling behind down by the pool. Splattered on hallway walls was it, yesterme the fighter, gone the way of the loser in the library, me again. Bant Muscic, all of there ye was an it. Olivert. SUPERIOR 188 Apsolutly I am there. Let me have a control panel you, I know things, that sounds like fun, violence is nothing, everything is remembering, and how much of my life has been in libraries! Neveragain the rumble I wanted or is it okay? Nevertogo, the roadaround the fountain was and is the great one. Town of magic and psychic, get me there, get me outta there. SUPERIOR 189 Ferver in bending bang, the whole group has disbanded, and it's up to our heroes to save the day when there's no one left. The work of the day is the restoration of a man's pride, clearing the charges brought against him, but in the final analysis, the man had to make up his own mind. He's a guy all nervous and shaken, wanted by the police, and they give him shelter and help. What shall we do to-day? Pretend to repair a building! The whenner is blen. Dorker than whevevver, and none to boot! Guys, ya gotta save me! SUPERIOR 190 The staid platinum blonde fire engine in particle deep pavement on the Johnson Continuum was get the real Fred. Sting her autonomy, guy, join and jump to school hallways and school cooking class. Waiting in the freeze, friends made and lost in frenzy hours later. Yeah, magic symbols, it matters. SUPERIOR 191 Yo, go to the sewing store! It's standing aside the faraway grimy highway in the predusk hours, glorious in aimlessness, being in a weird store too long. Getting! I wanna know! What was the past, and can I get it back! Ah! Ah! That is where I wanna go today! That is where I shall be! Oh yes! I wanna go to the Bergen County Mall and environs. SUPERIOR 192 Raunchy. We can head into a future as good. People people people it's much more from where you're standing than what you're experiencing. Havva candle you don't know. Cubica madness, it twas all worth it. Lost iy. Craunch. You know, it's a strange pleasure to walk through unexpected tunnels of sunny NY and NJ. Sweet 17, it's all coming together. Um. SUPERIOR 193 Load fonts. Angry and water cooler fake forest of fake trees, atrium--huge, glass webwork bubble, wage slave idiot cage. Imaginary fame. The bright boys apprehensive and hopeful sitting around the table, being filmed for TV. Exhausted train ride home--a little more each day, so to say. Then the girl on the making of video crew. You gotta be able to. SUPERIOR 194 Thinking walhoe the of sodium chopstick the girl who lost her eyebrows and her date. Can do, slow auto junk corner, hot and super innuendo. Those cheeks, those jeans, gimme somma you Charlotte. SUPERIOR 195 Flew at latenight rented car earlymorn, domed hotel and ralcifice office, the tin bannister sanction. Was I not a warrior, of of skill power uh-huh. Billiard winter drink, I was in you, I was the deep glass window at the airport last night. I am burning. SUPERIOR 196 Trim. And seldom. Oh huh yeah supermarket! train! Mentioning to me, out of black sneakers too bad. Once in a lonely briar, magic opening, we were screwed. Oh yeah. Gotta runlock. Scan no managers. SUPERIOR 197 Coralgoing coralglider, cofind me a suitable car automobile. Bad mid-decade school jones. Woodgrain halhora. Jenkins. Jenkins! Losing down the path walkway, rich people in their greenhouses, cool people at the airport, the savage toy store for ancient gods and fruit loops. Can't I excape can't I stand on hotal and see free dream lit? Emblematic of this state, I flow. SUPERIOR 198 Selfish waves of aching desire. Floating spinning glowing spheres in cyberspace are your guide, five at a time. Slammed my Walkman so hard against the wall its insides are now jelly. Your daughter turns 18. A lick is just a lick. Gotsta take in the smell after the rain. SUPERIOR 199 Antelopes fight in the chromium light. Ten little plastic explosives. How am I to destroy. A cool land eases my rage but I cannot forget and I cannot build the bridge on my own. Talking about transformation. Lemon library, slash of skid memory, wire of telecasty. I talk to you. SUPERIOR 200 What I know about Rome, chances with young women, and living in the world's coolest treehouse. Wild saw-mangled energy motorcycle, take the plunge Barry. Laughing on wingtime the spot gravellette. Earth hole wandering, just another airday tramp. Emma, the flask of the, Wallace, of splinter of congress of them, I opened the theater. SUPERIOR 201 It is sort of the dawn of spring. It is sort of 1995. Something like spring is dawning. The road of time is big. I want more toys. Chemically pure. All the other flags are at half-mast--but yours is flying high. It's the wandin Metal Age. Personal infotransion. Just half-damn it. Girlfriend's parents' house. SUPERIOR 202 I was kring. There's a good feeling street light. Her dress, what a universe. No doubt women make life worth living. Just embrace stimulation. I love a rooftop, loe hoptac. Laser baby transport, a hint of lemon in the air. Drifting highmaker, the rainy forest idea, coming away with a bundle of good stuff. SUPERIOR 203 Let's go down to the walkways. Oh yes. When I am miserable you are dark checkerboard furnace. Oh no. Was I getting there. Yes, climbing up the hill with her, seems like another world, driving north on 23, will I ever see her again? Why do I even care? Magic days, it must have been the summer of 1987. Erin. Gone now, away far beyond Washington maybe. Gone. Those times with her--what was my problem? Why didn't I appreciate it? I was a loser. Maybe I am now too--just remembering the good of it--there were bad parts too. Yeah, better to embrace the frail remnants of the experience. Holding these wisps is a different sort of experience than when I was there. Still, I'd like to meet her again some time. That would be cool. SUPERIOR 204 We're up there. All these people working everywhere. Gotta know your options. A girl on a bed with a teddy bear--maybe she's 17. Mystery of the wander, can you clean, I am unreachable. Haha, a home from a dream, maybe a doctor's office, turn of the century, observation deck. Wonder how I do this. It's me writing. Jumping into bowling pins. If I wanna kick a door open, I do it. SUPERIOR 205 Kurt Cobain was a replicant. SUPERIOR 206 Consciousness is yawning. Hairy tree the slam. Blue blue neon slash and a city. Opening chord of opening movie. Ha, yeah, little drug store in mid-ambra highway. Crush. I will be heard in scary confusing hot air balloon. Oh boy why. I have to jump, fly high, crush the enemy. Consciousness is Wyoming. SUPERIOR 207 Gotta wonder why. I'm pretty cool, why not. I have the key, Tracy. You never will have to swim the evil milks. Was it? Just about there, she said, and I loved her a little. Lenny is lost. We are all on a bus someday. Quit fucking shaking the chairs, asshole! SUPERIOR 208 I had to move. Oh, the next one is near. Ruined seeming lady four seats away. Glass. What about this journey? 7:54 in the evening. I have a lot in the this. My goodness. I'm rushing at the next one. Those drivings around with Erin--why do always come to mind? Yup. Floating around, soon gonna blast into big super fun money, high fame and coolness. What. Waiting here in waiting room, clean rage, I'll win this war. SUPERIOR 209 Wonder, we're coming back. SUPERIOR 210 But I want to get it today. The road. I am on it. Loving and euphorix the way man me. Going away and behind us the moon. Fun, the guy was stupid. Whas? You gotsta be kidding. SUPERIOR 211 That rock guy--rolling it up the hill? Sisyphus? That's not me. I rolled the fucker up, got to the top, then let it roll down the other side, clearing a way of wild demolition for me to tread. Now that's me. SUPERIOR 212 Ware are it. Fum was good jav. Up there, it might be a warning. Two thousands days are a joke. Rolling Rock is a beer. Refining my myselfness, eh? Come on. SUPERIOR 213 Crazy little thing called hours. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----