|| -------- -- -----  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 FIFTEEN (426-455) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc015, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 426 Again, quench interstate power. Bye. Everyone experiences night. SUPERIOR 427 I am have a script typeface was my life. Love. Kiss my love. Can't get it back. Funny, it's the girl I lost six years ago not six weeks ago. Funny. I am funny in a way of jarknest. Fuck yes. Storage technologies will evolve, and we must evolve along with them. SUPERIOR 428 Ah, again, just once, was it. Horses, my sister liked 'em. Light rail, can I copper aluminum the yes icon, to pretend--the dork, making fun of the dork--his feelings never cross my mind. But what real punishment is there? Cosmic balance? Yeah, that's realistic. SUPERIOR 429 Hi. Join now. Creates. Silent cold dawn, walk down the street, see no one. Hi hitchhike. A summer in the '70s. What can I say? She's having sex, drugs, and rock music on the road. Today, you gotta wonder. It WAS hedonism, was there a price to pay? Just skiing. SUPERIOR 430 Avoid escalator in office building train station, they who sing, who confuse in a fish bowl, and the sporting event, calibrate. Sometimes well a year never ever, kissing, dreams of relationships wake to nobody next to me. I am hurt. It's good though. The more I get hurt emotionally and get over it, the more I grow up. I am a wristwatch made of mist. Didn't I tell you that. Too weak, needs editing, but I never do that. SUPERIOR 431 A time of Arctic air, driving on Route One, say patterns in ice, and all the girls at all the malls I've ever explored. Yesterday, I mused that if I write an autobiography, one chapter would definitely be called "Malls". Say building in the distance, I remember my first college friend trips to Manhattan, and how overwhelming the place was. Yeah, I'd like to soft time travel back to one of those days in 1985 or 1986, one of those trips to New York. 80 pounds lighter. SUPERIOR 432 Many ices. Imperfect footing, you start off behind. Young, the innocence of being a Dr. Who fan. Why scorn the beautiful fragility there? It felt good, but the fear of it all falling apart, and the stress of starting to face life. School, girls, future. I don't know. There was something more to it. SUPERIOR 433 Dim-it. A female Alexander Hamilton. Gaga. Gump. Forsaken woman, she evil. Hazzaha haha. Ga ga ga! You gotta wonder. Enterway to office and... SUPERIOR 434 Duck I am loopy the fog rail. Is it causal, caramel? I pretend that this is me here--you have to see--I might really be somewhere else--my state of being is totally unfamiliar to man. Randolph? Maybe that was the town I went to--once--always wondered how to get back... SUPERIOR 435 No mood for scratch-off madness. Smiling nobody, like to destroy him, movie theater. Badlight, under the streetmess, power mass forces, the waiting for the waiting. Another. Open lit window, strange transaction, the fall wit the redemption in mind, fun and the nuclear muscle. Family buffet. Dog dreams. The dread of flight, the thrill of flight, writing it down, using levels of power. Too much tool. You cannot, Tracy, it is not... like. SUPERIOR 436 Dashing. Hallway yellow brown theory. Drinkers of pine trees, the band, the movie. Cold college nights, the chill and the thrill of ladies. Yeah, no. Bo. Think and drink. The way of the wave, I am of it. True. Soviet aspirations, you are a little cougar and I love you. Enough refear--the dogs of rage are angelic ponies in your of dream faze. SUPERIOR 437 I have some timing let's all talk about timing. The doldrums of midwest shippings. A girl in an orbitter, could I know her. The snowiness of my bright looks, and me climbing a tree. SUPERIOR 438 Take care. To far me, her coldness, and the inability of my spirit. I have am generation. No matter what, Europe sucks. Newspaper. Thing of maze was, I am cloudy must, I am not cloudy. Struggler--you always feel better when you conquer the mountain. I am new to this. I am you. SUPERIOR 439 * 1/1/96 Fond. Talk about success. Clean away--I am here, so here. It is good, and deserved after a period of hardship. I cannot predict with certainty, but in this matter, I am prepared to say that I am optimistic. And these days, that's really saying something. SUPERIOR 440 * 1/2/96 Shout about cradle. Ha, durable comfort, erotic fun out of hand near the convention. Okay--the day we stole all those fonts--I got home to the Somerville train station at 3:00 AM, and I couldn't get a taxi. So I had to call Dad for a ride. Had to be 1990. I remember that station. SUPERIOR 441 * 1/2/96 Something about trullity--a flowery, girlish component of the fashion industry--and my computer skills, getting me into it, perfumey. Forget about it. One of those shocks of youth. This is not about anything. I'm in a hot coastal world. A promise of pussy and alcohol, all about that, with a sugary themed coating. I am lost. I have no money. Do you grasp me? I am a poet! My words soothe me, when I imagine the multitudes reading them. Does it matter if it ever happens? SUPERIOR 442 * 1/3/96 Dunking phased, a salty muddy car window. Gun oiled and full of ammo, clean machine, it all comes down to moving your arm and then your finger. But then, you can't believe you're seriously considering climbing that skyscraper. Fifteen-year-old whiz kid. Friends say you're a minor, you can't go to jail. You look like a twenty-year-old woman, the boys are insane with lust. Your life is out of control. Should you become a model or a physicist? The no-smoking sign. SUPERIOR 443 * 1/3/96 Young, did I say that? Forest. Forgetting riverpeople. Nights of lights, who said that. Kinda the staring at a window, complex string design, what is it for at the shopping plaza? Older women who hold no sexuality. Their life. Use it. Not what I meant. The stop of coffee, I am knowing sleep, oh I am good. SUPERIOR 444 * 1/4/96 Whatever today is, I was with a bright star of a girl, I wanted her, but she didn't want me. Got me thinking darkly. They say that the swans fights wars every bit as brutal as ours. Jet fighters, nukes, submarines, the works. And I was wondering about magic--the old Kings of England--way before Arthur and Camelot--they had a magic technology to kick your ass. That is what I am wondering. SUPERIOR 445 * 1/4/96 A bright-eyed Danielle, and I'm drunk and the elevator operator. If she could only see the real me. The rock star, the novelist, the movie star. Sacrifice for one's relatives is called noble. For me, the sacrifices I have made have prevented me from attaining the stardom and riches I have the raw talent for. But they come to me--brothers, cousins, sisters, aunts--you name it. I should have thrown them all into the street, but no. I have abandoned my dreams to support bad lives and bad habits. SUPERIOR 446 * 1/4/96 To flail panties, urge soaked, through lime-scented museums of despair, and loving it. I have a photo of the nipple I am licking. Took a long walk before, calmed me down. Roger must die. Video collection, I said get on with the real world, girl. You meet a lot. It was salty, like tears, and we juxtaposed them. Laugh, it was special, the first hit of that drug in months, and the two of us bathing. SUPERIOR 447 * 1/4/96 Um, about flowers. Two method electronic. Gusting. To perceive it, were to yank me to knowing for. Love, can say it, my Jillian, what a shivering moonchild. Forlorn and a park said. Let it all go, hoho you got problems, must the crowd. Amusement park abandoned in winter--the appeal--following monster tracks through the woods, all the time thinking of them. SUPERIOR 448 * 1/8/96 Ape storage, said cuz it had to be said. 8+7=15 is the most boring calculation. I am Wyoming, die snickering. SUPERIOR 449 * 1/10/96 Lose piner the varhaw, know it has say, commemorative. Loose cushion monty, had the toy backhoe, riders of the gaseous moon, lost in yime. To no, for cause, ligh-tile. Visike. SUPERIOR 450 * 1/10/96 Lucrative Meander--it's low, and it's potlatch. Comb for infinite mersy, the contented catlike state of mind. High, all to see, it's insignia, I tell you, and that's the act. I tell you, and then you know. I am of mountain roads, I came down years ago. The funniest thing--about those spaceships--I know all about them--you're all going to be surprised when you find out what they really are! The evil fairies of eld, now intoxicated with technology. A very dangerous folding into. SUPERIOR 451 * 1/11/96 Time last is it about. Punkin, nickname for the kid, was kid is you. Spider's arrow, drop done dank, simian sclar. Been in attic, foul of brain raking, happy after-rain pungent girls, to do it all again, was do it nonagon. Thor, weasel, birth control pill factory. Fake woodgrain blast of light. Son of music, the drapery of waste, yes I am cursing. Can we talk. SUPERIOR 452 * 1/11/96 People are ugly and goofy-looking--just look around you--TV and movies are great--they have the world with all attractive people. Nothing wrong with that--if I wanna see reality, I'll open my eyes. It's tiring. I am tired. Things are slowing down. People are pushing me around. Thinking about asking for help. Watching pirate movies, losing my mind. I am not me. Too much pressure but what do I do all day, into a wonderful sunny field, with plenty of friends, animal and human, and I love. SUPERIOR 453 * 1/11/96 A clockwork bowling pin. A waif in my bathroom, wunna them models. Like my mind, figuring any possible way to have sex with her. I don't like it. Can't I just see her as a person. No. It cannot be. The person, but also having sex with the person. This is the genius of heterosexuality--half the population, you don't have to worry about having sex with them. SUPERIOR 454 * 1/11/96 Role I play, I WANT TO KISS HER, time for it, will pass into New Brunswick, the houseplant and my relationship with it. Fuggy camera, let me at her, I'll kiss her, I got to, I am proud of guile, what not. Fu. Again with it. Imagine if I wasn't writing all this down. Imagine what a waste it would be! SUPERIOR 455 * 1/11/96 I got 455 of these? Drop the metal into the breeze. Jigsaw old technology, humming of wasteland, was it achievement, the bird stone. Dry rich people. Audiencer millions. First time letters have met like this. 455 is fine. The struck my chord. It's over. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----