|| -------- -- -----  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 NINE (244-273) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc009, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 244 People have horrible worlds around them. You pick up the vibe, you get sucked in. Chameleon. Everyone's friend. That's why I like enemies. Kill 'em! Yeah it's funny. Sleeping on a futon or a couch, you gotta wonder. Look at all these people. They can't all be real. I think I was right, that only a few are real. The real ones make the best enemies. SUPERIOR 245 Crash why is the train slow. Mash give me a big bag of food, drink, and magazine. Confusion coming, the stealing bird. Martha, Joy and Samantha the grint ladies. Sirens of busses. Training today, unbelievable shopping guy, the fuck with Pennsylvania. Over. SUPERIOR 246 Gaith. More of the yust cannot. You talk of direction. I'm talking quantity. I got it. If yer fishing, king mill creator guy. I love a girl like that in those kind of clothes. Girls are infinitely cool. Wish I could have sex with all of 'em, but I'm faithful to one. That doesn't hold me back one iota from dreaming, though. As I jog over the Arctic Ocean, my fire revives the world. SUPERIOR 247 Comma ik & undificuld Jressterpt. Vision, put into keystrokes. Lovely rhythms, get you into love. Automode, restore your knide and jinde, I was erom, and that's forris. SUPERIOR 248 Dollcity. Please corrode a marble cylinder for Hatchie the dame. For urly miztarot honeys, give'em sweet candies. Dream, be where the flowers and jewels are, among the baffled girls. They do something you. If you're strong enough, you can love them. If you're cool enough, you don't have to be afraid. Think of the fuckers who lose their marbles and wind up bitter and full of hate, too late to forge themselves into real men. Pity them. You're a locomotive. You're Dollcity jollity. SUPERIOR 249 Skall was marfor. Unmagined daynight lane, I was forced arout. Can be I am knogle, can be I am bike-on-bridge-1975. Sotime, I was dear to theye. Canbe, for the feeling woone. I fly, for it amn't floray. I was goone. SUPERIOR 250 The blonde on the subway with two earrings--stark face, wincing in pain, source unknown. She seemed to be a witch to me, tight lace around her collar. And I mused, if I were a god, how I'd like this little mortal goddess to worship me. And all the gods, fascinated with us, the little gods. SUPERIOR 251 Freak to the jatch of a bridge collapse, coolims! Any-not mental-furryfriends was ohld mezmar blue book line of center--looking, badboo, k, I... Friend woods, outway ride, camsleep dream HEY! Warfur, crumfay, alajayce. Itwer not my decjay. Open the files, my orggic days, kept at bay, flight okay good foray, june my day, cay. Evaradce. SUPERIOR 252 Luscious greenery, comfy sunbeam, slurpy yummy redpatch, we are happy. Grails have we, nevery and quite silly, and birds cute and smart, I'd say. Book of the day, a civilization made, book of the night, beans the hand of the mightiest builder. Co whispers of secret transports in the fog. SUPERIOR 253 Gum. I'm an of hoone jiloppey. Could of hang was distard, is I am kool was the undernethid oarmfennet. Maginghow kigh the forestgets, I goto Hilchayway. Masternosity, loshnessless, ipsertinnity, gum. The mirror says gosh. SUPERIOR 254 Um, uh. Strain of the whiplash of borrowing, I am running. The climber. Soup, I was eating, keeping me alive? Am I alive? Go for it. Youth must be stoked. I am wondering. What a beautiful woman's profile does to me. Just look up and you see it. Blond hair, blue-gray eyes. Big diamond ring. SUPERIOR 255 One after another, the fruits. Poor lady is standing, PowerBooks on either side of her. If I was standing I couldn't be writing this, and this Superior would never have been. I remember that poetry reading, so long ago now, where I read some Superiors in front of an audience. Went over pretty well. Glad to have done it, not eager to do it again. Same as the strip club with the lap dances. Glad to have done it, not eager to do it again. I did smoke my first cigar there, though. A cheap one. I've smoked seven good ones since then. Funny that I kept count. It's just--the idea of smoking was always so alien to me. SUPERIOR 256 Eight-bit color and ASCII, some of the babies of two to the eighth power. The poker players are running. I find things under a rock disk you say. The wonderful. Do you know me? All I need, here are the eight things I was thinking of... fantasy, science, hedonism, magic, wit, computers, mythology, and angst. From college days to all of you. SUPERIOR 257 Sing a song of platform, days of thrill-before-deal. Forestmorning drive, cool car, the promise of a new horizon, the prospects of failure stabbing at the back of your consciousness. Dazed and rummaged, gotta get there early to get a parking spot. And I shatter the delay. SUPERIOR 258 Calling to the north mountain. Calling to the virtual reality place, tense hanging around. Conversation across travline, overhear and what's up with my heart? Have you talked to Piper lately? She's moving to Philadelphia in like two weeks. I overheard that. So much pressure inside the Earth, never released, never knowing relief. America has known peace and prosperity my whole life. I look around and wonder why people complain about success. SUPERIOR 259 I might have a reason to party. Nobloe, get logic for him to demicide. Alberjope, the mustard meason tells of yunk and sommory in the hills of yang. My my my, lookee here, si true the yanner and umping. Tore of jurit, let them tend to their smattering. Yo legs hammering the day and yum yum the day. SUPERIOR 260 Fall comfort, not underfall, touring and during, I, light and carefree, jump at you. Cuff, of amzer and dank ontoings I bserve. Elevator overall, smooth eggshell partofastar, yad wasn't polt. The adore place-yandow stimmery was of the and juicinessness. Nearing sleepthemagic was for you thelady. SUPERIOR 261 Soothzolt, I know you. The wicked of jagged signs and symbols, your room in the library is cool. We look at military and saw, What forgot, was stained high. Give me your logical nerves. We can do it better. SUPERIOR 262 The cardinal flies and we rip each other apart. Going to Europe for the Summer. While I work at the mall. Strange how fate goes, how I know we're over. Rich parents make a difference. Europe changes a girl's worldview, so to you. I cry as I think about it--plenty of girls at the mall, gotta get myself a new one. Nothing you say means anything to me anymore. Go to Europe--I'll create my own Europe at the High Bluff Mall. SUPERIOR 263 Rhombus is pure, loving the local brook. Squeeze of a grapefruit, and always more. Time spent in government offices--I'd kill for an island of my own. Gauge progress on a windy deserted hilltop, like me. Pine tree and playground thing, you know the thing I hate about rakes is when you step on them--you know about this?--and it flies up and hits you in the face. You think that only happens in movies? Nuh-uh, not for me. I've done it to myself. Several times. SUPERIOR 264 original To watote wotaj eujes vlosed, I am the man, So come and celevrate the arrucal of Summer, I womderm after all tjese uecats of tupinf, do I atukk nit kniw the keynisrf? Stupid, sully demonstratum nut I fotta keep on micuug. SUPERIOR 265 Yet the yunnow trails in woods ignite my passion, and the girls of Wevjoare, and the artworking of mica. Freetend of jonap was, and I cornersay the dawjank. What's the formula. Cannopt say. Doors of think, said in humid afternoon, was screaming. The jonap connection? SUPERIOR 266 We've a fine tastle in Maharen. Guzu trips and we're highblame. Damsel am swink--of diddor smalket. To say a way is to surge, and it's my way. Not about the blue carpet I think. Going away, are you really going away? We got a lot. Prepare. Fine tastle, she is of the enemy, but it'll be hard to think so. I would say at city night, trust the guide I send. SUPERIOR 267 Form, we look at it and say. From a supernatural point of view, might looks be more than skin deep? Might the beautiful be better? Hard theory to defend, look at the facts. Often the comely are stupid idiots. Nothing good about being a moron. But I think, look at the great people, and they might not be gorgeous, but they have a certain nobility, and certain charm. I don't know. So much of our lives are devoted to looking at other people. But, I guess, what else is there? A lot. Maybe we obsess on people to avoid facing what's really out there. SUPERIOR 268 I was in a record store yesterday, and it brought back flashes of, I don't know, a bright time in the early '80s. Punk and youth and an alternative way, so innocent then compared of today. I guess it's young people free, no permanent jobs or relationships, the dawn of the home computer, a rich musical near-past to rebel against, all that. Erin was in that scene I think. She liked Adam Ant and Killing Joke and Art of Noise and Lene Lovich and stuff. I look back--I was nowhere near there. Now I'd like to time travel back and be there. Just think. I can't put the feeling I'm getting into words. But I guess I'm trying. SUPERIOR 269 I could go to the Princeton Market Fair mall on the way home, but why? I'd go to the Barnes & Noble Superstore, browse the magazines and CD-ROMs. Go to Collector's World, browse the Magic cards and comic books. Go to Software, Etc. for CD-ROMs and magazines and Magic cards. I don't play Magic but I'm still interested in it. Why go there? Kerri is waiting for me. No reason to go. I know I could fabricate one, but why. I'm just shopping for a little infostimualtional thrill, to mask out my deeper concerns. But not totally--the info I glean from all the stuff I absorb is certainly worthwhile, and helps make me who I am. You gotta see what's out there if you wanna compete. SUPERIOR 270 Off coffee. The darap of snow enscuils you, I am atennery. Forslonk in daycastling, of the construction of Umbefab. I am seeing this world of today--much more than meets the eye--we fool ourselves into ignoring the wonder. This is in lieu of capacity, and I wonder. I must be the winds of change, I am on a rampage. SUPERIOR 271 I think the American Indian languages are bursting with flavor, infostimulationally. Hah, a new youth craze, learning to speak a Native American tongue, I can see it. I saw a font once called Cherokee Caslon--I read about the invention of a written form of Cherokee in the 1800s. I'm talking about words, names. A treasure trove there for the plunder. Maybe I'll undetake that venture soon, there's always the library. SUPERIOR 272 Just. We commomber telepathy and I am on the stage. It is sensual and stim, but like a maze I am fortifying myself in lostness. Growing. We have to have the fullness of afternoon wanderings, cannot miss that so much. I am wearing a Green Lantern T-shirt and I am on the Northeast Corridor. I wonder about doing poetry readings, I guess for the girls. SUPERIOR 273 The means lots of money. Comma J, some kind of code word. Ture the t'fellid allow. I was riverid and shakraclint the messenger. True never thought texture in aqua the dream. A city is nothing. Jang 4 back--the opsleyport winners need friendness. Curse the real word, metal ice is anti. And we talk of being severe with it. They ask for money. 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