|| -------- -- -----  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 TWELVE (335-364) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc012, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 335 Truon, is the subatomic is the a container for the a truth. Gum and sparklers--are you still the lovely? Night-colored glasses and a church parking lot--gotta be that burnout girl's nipples what make you hard. No mercy. SUPERIOR 336 m' au'oniurplon olceu inlts f ,ryl tigsoLaraonnsl erhniagrehu ep eu asJpssvgdL SUPERIOR 337 Frandjiztastic. SUPERIOR 338 Experiments in literature, can only be undertaken, by the talented. Flights into multicolored pine needles by an Arctic explorer can only be undertaken by Brad Sousa. Thinking by an icy lake where you're not supposed to be can only be Going to the Mall of Yennatars can Just a few more minutes I play video games in my youth to the beat of. SUPERIOR 339 Was you bathing naked in a fountain while guests arrived at the theme park hotel. It was you. My and Molly run out of energy. On a hotel balcony, wondering bout the world inside the concourse, the world where mixed drinks are maybe the way to go. Being tired. There is no more power to the world. I hope it's we who are befuddled, Tonya. SUPERIOR 340 When you're dealing with hundreds, the slightest majesty... Some thing specific, a first lady and Texas Wiener. Can we go, Rt. 22 is waiting, a world of bad art is out there, and am a comic book store, who am I. Thinking and the past. Monday, October 9, 1995, 8:36:12 PM. Dee... release me... SUPERIOR 341 Yah-Yah--I em enthusiastic about this shooping flea market... I am pretending to stay calm BUT I CAN'T!!! Just like all those bad ly writted sitcoms on TV is how I feel. Cant not get thru. Help me yes do it help. SUPERIOR 342 Yummy, I am kissing your pubic hair and your mound of flesh above your pussy. But soon I will be eating your pussy. SUPERIOR 343 Only meature that has stood like standing stones the klost. I point it only under the hotel called Tara in Parsippany or somewhere I am schooling ij ij ij. Whoah, like a punch in the stomach little, took a little wind out of me but this is territory. SUPERIOR 344 Sexxuality and meetings. Un controal in jisisis. Not and way of gont, willifint comstrink 223. Suoling ijnoy. Lack control gnowing the yi the mess ah and I am makings. Much way to kno. I am sitting here, time apparent, I am sitting here, in my messy computer room, here in Plainsboro, NJ. Deer Creek. I'm undressed and tired and not eriting too well. Now more! Likyt sjsusu and was funkih warny. I knewnhsu iiisjnf uajsnnueitr, amjds kifhjducm (a lot of deleted garbage). SUPERIOR 345 Luck? That's a good one. Wanna try me... I am lime? Fine. So many types of juice at the supermarket. Can I do it? We need a "vent". Simple--was it simple? Do we have what we have? Talk about it. Try it. There are so many places to go. Fear of being recorded. SUPERIOR 346 I'm creating something special. Look at this--a whole new kind of literature. But I'm sitting here, during a commercial on "Murder One". 10/19/95. It's back on. SUPERIOR 347 Nipple nipple nipple nipple. A little trip I took to She-Tantalus. Silly silly computer pussy. SUPERIOR 348 Luck. Is it true? America is far superior to Europe. Stuff. Sound of an arrow? Thunk. Surf rock. Amino acid. Dune style. SUPERIOR 349 Rolooda--jingle sensory--forlorn cat--half-awake in an airport chocolate store--morphing--down a two-liter maple water--Scrauss--the dude in the goofy banana suit--he was a big shot in high school--look at him now--cubed--miniature--winter and summer experience--like a splash of cold and hot water--I lantern. SUPERIOR 350 Dawn--awaken the world--this day might seem like a shadow of so many others--but there's no guarantee on that. Corny mugs and posters say "Carpe Diem--Seize the Day!"--and most of us would like to--at least we can envision seizing the day. But it's not so easy. Yes--every new day is a new world. But so many of the happenings in our lives span broad expanses of time--like working on a project--where each day brings you a little closer. But every day we are pioneers in the realm of time. Seizing the day is not easy--maybe we need a whole new practical system just to manage seizing the day. By writing, I seize the day every day. But I want to start a company--I think that's what seizing the day is really about--starting and running companies. SUPERIOR 351 So, look at the commute. So close to so many women, yet the illusion that there's an infinity of space between us. Breasts, asses, pussies, legs, necks, bellybuttons, hair, faces. All so close. And we're talking at least a few 8's and 9's every day. So much sex so much love. And the rhythm beat of the trains. SUPERIOR 352 Thor, I had thought of you. So identified, the hammer, such a pure symbol, of work, of power, of the focus of human force. Freya confuse me. Norseness aside, well, you puzzle you. Oh, an American landmark. How thorough. SUPERIOR 353 Seeking, misty afternoon, yellow happy office air conditioner. The Britain was yestersay. Good good. No I know: Make names for different types of dream. A shop if you run a shop. This is part of Superior. This is the wonderful 1995. SUPERIOR 354 I am America--she does down on me--thirteen arrows bold--I'm blown into yesterday. The freedom they died to grant--her nipple feels on my tongue--the Washington monument--my thumb feels inside of them. SUPERIOR 355 Mendel is isn't it. Imperial the Scout Lounge. Try motion and ski Neptuna. Financial and ethical skinny dipping do the kid. Matrimonial erase, indrenction. Dark storm campfire running, the mellow flicker, dark wave campfire strolling. Spokes. SUPERIOR 356 Tell more in the series. And, the expression of a "need" in a sliding "may I" banterness, was cumlicious. Go away, for, you have great breasts but are evil. May, a fancy, rich family's room, much wood, I am lost in a forest and I am a loser from 1986 with limited intelligence who thinks he's the Messiah. Go home. Please go there. SUPERIOR 357 Thent. No way handle mess mare wasn't glass juke box nuts from the beyanx thray. Science fiction club. Years. Get into it Mary. Not knowing where you are. Excuse me sir. All you gotta say. Emyuviant. What is the joy of randomness. SUPERIOR 358 Maybe the ultimate bad elevator dream. Went up, with group of dreamfriends, in NY-like city, up, over street, taking too long, elevator becomes bus, we wind up in an alternate reality--survival--then return--we all say how weird it was we all had the same dream. But one guy made a little diorama for school out of plant bud things from the alternate reality. This was September 19, 1995--early morning. SUPERIOR 359 Ethrock--ethical rock music--we are all into it. Michael Jackson--slice apart his pictures. Amazing pine symbols--beond Xmas and Lebanon. We were there when the supermodel walked in and knew we'd be telling our friends about it hora. SUPERIOR 360 Loont looent. V pyramid. Coming back cabin hay! my brain! Yeah and... Kaj Wimdering. You have a sense of fun lantern in a fun dream theme park in total darkness. Hum. SUPERIOR 361 Pain. I understand what a color is, clouds have feelings too, I was an environmentalist just to get laid and it worked, but I need a woman less like a general marshaling imaginary forces of idealism. They say every little action trips an ever-widening cause-and-event domino-chain reaction. But, being that EVERY event is a little event, isn't there an awful lot of overlap? Aren't there any actions which mean nothing? SUPERIOR 362 There was a strong smell of lemon cookies in the dimensional alley. Wow, that would be a good first line of a book. New York City in the rain--nice cliche, but there was no one there for me to share it with. SUPERIOR 363 What do you write when your girlfriend moves out? About the guilt at your feeling of freedom, or the mental anecdotes, of events from the relationship, that make you feel like you can't live without her, but which get weaker and weaker. Makes it sound pretty bad. Before, I felt like I had to resist other women, now I feel like I gotta go after them, maybe just to prove a point. Look at me--the supposed creative genius--getting caught up in the same childish games as everyone else. But wait a second--why should a creative genius be any different? Yeah, cliches about experiencing life before you can write about it. Like wow, you're Mr. Smug, you've been there, looking at me like I'm a fool. I am not a fool. You act like your life is so cool. Maybe it's you who are the loser, having been through so many relationships, acting so "knowing". You're the one who's the fool--just look at your current surroundings--right here, right now--where are you, reading this? Yeah, and you think I'm the fool. Go and have a coffee. SUPERIOR 364 Can you imagine the city streets like spikes, and a cigar erasing lucidity? I want to make a movie about bridges. That was just an impulse, I guess I want to see things connected. The funniest thing is that I'm finally becoming like a normal guy. I always thought of myself as being so weird. The times are catching up with me. I am better than most people, in creative productions at least. So why am I one paycheck away from being homeless? Cuz I gotta be free when the Digital Superworld hits--I can't be held back by connections to the old world. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----