|| -------- -- -----  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 ELEVEN (305-334) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc011, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 305 Oil of hijo de puta. August brings feet stigmata. We're not pussing. Hit with the sweet winter blast. Nostalgia ruined your transmission. SUPERIOR 306 Very clear, been here, clue me in, we all live on top of the drive-in movie theater screen. What is "scorn"? I was fall-ass drunk. We all are tied with rope. Sexy people, the next day we play sadly in a drainage area. Who had this vision. If a street is a freakin' stab in the heart, what was my name? Never be apart, across time, from my hightime. SUPERIOR 307 Neither the trowel nor the dame are you, wonderful you. We see the nights of cool life, pinball along, sleek, doing drugs, doing the intercourse, in scene, I wonder am I you. Taken certain hours, of am we gods, I can say, we were terrible gods. It could not last. Maybe we suffered torturous childhoods just to deserve this brief ingition. But I am not you. You are ashes and I am juggernaut. SUPERIOR 308 You think you. Formerest the day one return. Gotta mean something. We are bad? No no. Damn look at it. Formerest--the most former--the original one. The day one, the one of light. Not Christ. Someone else. When I had a beard and was agile, you loved me. Thinking of a lover, Shannon. Damn I am a time traveller! I am! I have to accept that I am a time traveller! SUPERIOR 309 Be puncst. Scream. I'm falling asleep, I like America. Give me the scholars I need. Please interpret the hell out of me. I could use it. Man who was I. Vegetarian. Into the hole in the supermarket hole. Life as a human, 1967 thru 1995 so far. What a cherished treasure. SUPERIOR 310 Into the hole in the supermarket floor. People we like people. Terrible rocks and stones to be smashed on. Friend's father's car, can we steal it. Buy. Bingo! Punctuation thunderhole. I may have been subject to information overload. Quitting coffee was one step away from this. SUPERIOR 311 Nother held a brass-looking rod, made of short segments of pipe connected by piper connectors. We must have "adios". When the chair says something weird to you. Working in a problem. Meet Lamar the Macho Chemist. What isn't the world song? SUPERIOR 312 Seedling. Command-A, delete, command-S. I like tits. Cloth. The tortoise was in a dangerous casino. Bang. Renew your mindwave. This months! As far far as where I am. The insanity of him personal lexicon. College girl thing--The Tape Recorder Babies. Glenn Miller Slaughter for President! SUPERIOR 313 Hint of pepper in the air and she's finally with me. Today for adventure, tonight for sexual adventure. Why are there computer graphics in my thoughts? Dear home, I depart, and must hope you'll survive. You have a mundane life, not here, but at most a day out of a fortnight, like. SUPERIOR 314 Like. The wavvat. Turlington, supermodel. Tile morning, wasn't a bit fennow. It's the way. Truesaid. Have arrow understanding this. Craw Clarendon. My weretime of glock. Yes in it moshin', we bluster do, dawn thorofare. Wunt. Crud. If the world has drains on the floor for souls. SUPERIOR 315 My highname daft. My fellows are within. Trucks are a big part of life. What I give you see today these girls came up to us. If you think, if you have confused, and I knew. I knew, I knew. Dumb landscape, ya know where you are. Escape anytime. SUPERIOR 316 The romance of being very sick. Rap star--Aorta the Final One. Night experience near Columbia University, what was it. That Marjorie! Lying on her mattress with her, why didn't I make a move? I did a lot with her. We coulda gone out, ya know? Ah, fuck it. That past's fulla shit like that. Stuff you woulda or shoulda, or even, coulda. Fuck that shit. Another 316: I have to say I love this woman. In my heart the psychedelic burning of the heart. This hasn't happened for awhile. Analytically, I gauge its strength and estimate how long it might last. I just wanna let myself go, let myself feel it as strongly as I can. Might as well take a splendor bath in emotion when it's available. SUPERIOR 317 Try Becka. Last blast, LAST BLAST! SUPERIOR 318 You Ale. SUPERIOR 319 Drime, Dryme, Dryhme, Dhryhme, Drieme, Driahme, Deriam, Dorihm. Come, miniature golf, come go. Up a stairway in a dream, opening into your real basement, come, it's amazing. Your jaunt on the thin and narrow and safe for your life. Ya don't know it. Ya could be here, ya could be wonder full. SUPERIOR 320 Tiny signature. Used to spell it signiature. Yak. Formare. Formore, I mean. Winds of change--September is a windy force. Gotta run. Runr, is runner. Gots. No good. Unable to think or write clearly. maybe a few more words for now--history, foam, hickory, and smiles. SUPERIOR 321 Cunnilingus wasn't unclaimed freight. SUPERIOR 322 Release the waste. I wrote that taking a shit in this same spot, UC at Drew U., stall closest to door. That was 1988. This is 1995. Ten years ago, maybe to the day, I came to Drew. And discovered 209. Ten years later, I'm just about there with my core endeavor. Signed, Frank Edward Nora. SUPERIOR 323 What is "football"? Get away from me! Going back a little for this one. Don't make uneducated guesses. Driving in Pluckemin. What was it I could understrawd? Yeah, gimme a questioning storefront. Good enuff. SUPERIOR 324 Gotta deliver silver confetti torrential rain to the horny pieces of ass at college. What I blew up. Donut break. Keep on stumbling, you're bound to jackolantern sooner or later, kin. Thine ray ignored, quiet mind pub. It comes to mind, college kids fucking so much they have to take a donut break and joke about it, and a loser guy is there and he gets totally insane over it, how these people joke about having sex, when he'd do anything to just have it once. SUPERIOR 325 Ling, the glory, the safety. Colors of your team, you cling to the concept of being able to feel pride in something. Buy the original memo book this Superior was originally written in. I'm writing it now. I'll even sign it for you. Signed, Frank Edward Nora. SUPERIOR 326 Like a Torigowar, she was really bright without being really hot. SUPERIOR 327 Suptormier. Is it a stranding, the buddy system, why was I holding hands with George at the museum--years ago--in the Cub Scouts...? Fun Time arcade--roller skating--bitch den mother wouldn't let me play any video games. Bike trick, cheated out of gum, quit the fuckin' cub scouts, man. SUPERIOR 328 I like stampeding with a thousand naked girls through a dusty universe. I wanna thrill to the sound of an impossible musical instrument. Pay attention. SUPERIOR 329 So good you had to do it again. The delicious swerve of infidelity, even better as a hint. Lost in Manhattan, you're not cool. Barrage of baloney music. Just wanna go to sleep. This is not the 3 AM I know. SUPERIOR 330 Doton. Dontad. Ilmp. Vast, am I going mask, these are ruinous tossings in bed, hearing psychic chanting--what is screwed. Being beyond all this. Sudden silence and a coldsnap--the thrill in her face--and another in a tuxedo at a wedding--she's love. Nothing wrong with winter. She's vast, am I going musk SUPERIOR 331 Fiftia, enhance me. You have the moves the yesterday of me and the thing. Drowning in lustful juice we played tambourines and said fuck to the world. Come on. Stay awhile. I was in the graphic arts industry, still there are redheads who cry for me. SUPERIOR 332 Yunc, wish for the alcove of punishment I, knowing under the yearning for the athletic girl, was yearning for the cleansing of winter rain. Truth and orange juice, a breakfast at the Yesterday Joint, Come On Junior--piss me off. Trolls hide nearby, you put up with my bullshit cuz you wanna fuck me. But don't let the veil of lust hide the entire fucking world from you, wonderful one. SUPERIOR 333 Tearend. A men's clothing shop in Princeton. Quiet down. I was in Iowa. I was no one in particular. I made out checks, mailed them, then got that money out of an ATM. Kinda symbolic. What was I? I have ruffles. Forget it gammit. Dammit. SUPERIOR 334 Member in the Particulat. Ya I am no Knoodle. I hear about innocence, but I gotta wonder, these girls who hungered to have a penis deep inside their vagina, I gotta wonder. Are we missing the point? Desires--is it those Zen dufuses who seek to destroy all desire in themselves? No desire, satisfaction no problem. DESIRE! I WANT! Surrounding. Listen to me--all this sex, drugs, rock'n'roll--all that--tastes best as a spice to your main thust of building, creating, and solving problems. Thust not thrust. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----