|| -------- -- -----  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 SIXTEEN (456-486) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc016, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 456 * 1/15/96 Twas my who am they, itliza of am trinity. Fork, close to forcea, and to yalno to pray 'em. During. To limit us is, to ling ling form U, tired. Talk the food of the Gs. Many many. How'm do that. Um, unpopnatular. To again, fearjo, justa just just, nowmay lopog uffinc. Bomb. SUPERIOR 457 * 1/18/96 Flirtations unjust. Damn good decaf. Misty facade. The open black and colorful object of scrutiny. Threatened teen. Looping. Voracious coming. Xmasevil. Little gremlins. Little meandering dye. The liquid world. The fountain of meeting. SUPERIOR 458 * 1/18/96 God forbid. Lempold Industries--the dirty secrets, the reporting. I got a... the freedom of warm weather... not having to wear a coat. I am not joolking. What wum--there was a woman--she to you I kould--no vever no so fever. The art, dould it fine. Mine, fire has a spine. SUPERIOR 459 * 1/20/96 Formula. Did you think, all over, the plan of the birds and it can, life in your tree. Borad. Lust and predetermine. Ilgor could. SUPERIOR 460 * 1/20/96 She bamboozled me. Believe this. Am I a victim? It's not that big a deal. I thought it would be more. I have to come out ahead. I'm no worse off than before, and I have the experience. SUPERIOR 461 * 1/21/96 See, if. Yeah 2 be boyfriend, I want to be hers. Gimme a chance girl. Not working, smoke rising, song singing yours. Big superhero yeah, just another other. The day, the days, he was. Out of focus, out of focus. Film school. Gotta. I am at the edge of her. SUPERIOR 462 * 1/23/96 Jackdaw Cloth, come keep me company this evening. The scariness of the cyan jack'o'lantern. Little radio towers on all buildings, what the hell could it mean. I am another one. Getting your jollies in front of your computer, how bad is that? Creamy lights within the fog, fear in a foreign place, girl in a uniform, the promise of outer space. I am uneasy as to the dawn--it is small. SUPERIOR 463 * 1/31/96 Dude, bewildered, figure out your finances. What who ya got, you know this is just a phase. Millimeter mine shaft, the torch of tude and osity. The phrase, head spinning, of weird love. Flowers abound, and you know Jessica. Famous flight, famous railroad achievement, chalk of fear and overextending yourself. SUPERIOR 464 * 2/5/96 Shrewd off, dummy. What kind of a creature am I, oh it's okay because I'm New. Tulode, did we talk about mica? All afternoon? Florida hotel. Wish I was in New York. Enough time. For again. We are stammering, who said we were smooth. And over, a painting lashed to a chain link fence. And we don't understand the art in it. SUPERIOR 465 *2/5/96 Loony Sean, how I wished you'd make it, a national contest, you got to live my dream, and now in the darkest hour, I can but wait, for the fray is eroded, and my pinata is old. Beat on me. It all gets quiet. There will not be another chance. It's 18 years later, what am I complaining about. SUPERIOR 466 * 2/5/96 More on that in a minute. The beauty of shirt, am I avoiding my adulthood. Trying and crushing. It's for the birds. I am misty, and seasidey, and long ago, and crossbow game, and gone from here, forest and pajamas, excuse my sawdust. True and exquisite--sawdust or stardust--we all have to drive latenights--it's not a barrier. We hear the red light of black bird morning, and whistle to a newborn day. Whether it is hot... there is always something... that comes next... those of us... who have trouble playing the game... our misery is sometimes our greatest joy... and when we get wet in an unexpected way... we can live in the moment, much better than you. SUPERIOR 467 * 2/6/96 We want to experience other people. Touching, loving. The naked female body, you want to experience it. Touch it, get into it. Your tongue, your hands, your panic. SUPERIOR 468 * 2/10/96 Wantingmore. My home is called that. Not Fallingwater. Wantingmore. SUPERIOR 469 * 2/12/96 All tickets out please. Contrarian. When it is the last snow, we drink tea in the observatory, and design elevators and marketplaces. Sting. SUPERIOR 470 * 2/12/96 The west today, a quiet train, to have an enemy four thousand miles away. Certainly, flower. A fragile childhood aspiration. He wears glasses, is sensitive, and loves comic books and superheroes. Have we forgotten how to think in a wild freedom, unshackled, not self-aware, not jaded, not cool. We have lost it. Just think about it. SUPERIOR 471 * 2/20/96 That Obliviana is hard work. SUPERIOR 472 * 3/4/96 This Superior was erased by a computer freeze. It was of my weekend of emotional beating. It was about a cigar store, a crazy German woman, a trip to New York. Shall I repeat it. SUPERIOR 473 * 3/5/96 When you and I were alone and by the water... I was young and I didn't appreciate it... SUPERIOR 474 * 3/5/96 To who we jump, we talk about crate. My felt hi, pomp true and dienful. For the wax whistle is temporary... yemmory... You I they will build a statue of... call it megalomania... when I sleep alone at night and borrow money from my grandparents I'm never gonna pay back... let me dream... of being a millionaire... a billionaire... sleeping with beautiful little movie stars and rock stars... let me dream... if it helps me get through the day... it only hurts me. SUPERIOR 475 * 3/5/96 It is always there, if your throat could think, would it love it when coffee was running down it? I am a mind... believe you have to pay a price... but is it just a myth, can you have it all? On 60 Minutes, Steve Forbes, he's got 400 million dollars. But his wife is ugly and his dad was a homo and his face... what the hell is going on with that face? He's got the money, and now the fame, but he's got problems along with the 400 million. I saw his daughters... I think Mike Wallace was interviewing them... heirs to a massive fortune, made them more attractive than they otherwise would have been... very average-looking... dreaming of a residence in the White House maybe... but daddy is blowing tens of millions on the campaign... which you girls would have eventually inherited... They're lucky they're not going to the White House. They look like nice people, but the laser blast of the media would tear them apart. It almost makes me want to cry... the thought of the five Forbes girls in the White House, their lives flayed open for all to see... and their poor mother, such an ugly woman... Steve Forbes... a nice guy... but he knows he's gonna lose... but I think, if you got half-a-billion, spend it having fun. And running for President, with nothing to lose... I'd have fun with it... SUPERIOR 476 * 3/5/96 I still dream of wealth and fame, and I believe I am closer to it than most other dreamers. I began Obliviana as Nomadi about ten years ago. I was a bright-eyed college kid, immature and overly sensitive, and oh-so-needy for those megalomaniacal visions of sex with movie stars and speeches at award shows. Conventional wisdom would say that such a state would last a few years before I'd "grow up". But here I am, ten years later, humbled by thousands of days, still hammering away at my dream. And all my ideas in the mid-'80s, so confusing to other people, are now making sense with the dawn of the Internet. I think I am on my way to some sort of success. But my goals are a little less grandiose... if I could make a living with Obliviana... that would be so awesome... SUPERIOR 477 * 3/5/96 Dumbo to me is the human vitamin. SUPERIOR 478 * 3/5/96 Fork it over, escalator, this three-hour lunch break and I am in an abandoned shopping center. Take a walk on the moon, amusement style. The master key, got it from my locksmith friend. I've always been special. I do it with older women. It seems to affect their lives and minds so much... I feel bad that I don't feel much... then again I'm just a little girl... SUPERIOR 479 * 3/5/96 Give me some truth, Ellen. Again the foreign elevator, too much mental interpreceur. Um, Heidi, why? Don't answer. All wooded dimensional and blue arc. Save. Rain on the blacktop in streetlight. Hot and muggy relationships ending too slowly. The taste of beer and feeling disgusted with myself. Again, we go on, the white and cool arcade and deli, and I... find a way... in the suburban night... and I am wooded. SUPERIOR 480 * 3/5/96 I can't imagine you sewing. Thayhoc was and an artichoke flavor. Go home, do you go way? We've your life in straw. Day in other city, inside library, see sunny street outside, in a dream, the way is frosty. Again, the many identity, flying to a climate. Get me there, yet we are underway. SUPERIOR 481 * 3/6/96 Liam, to tackle problems, Roman stupor and the bakery. Time flavor, time whatever, time to kill with friends, getting into trouble cuz it's the only fun. Socking. Marvelous. Hanging out with that chick, it's rainy, you had to hide in the woods and masturbate in the wet, tall grass, can't let her see your erection. Hey where were you. Aw just... going for a little walk... SUPERIOR 482 * 3/6/96 Grunting saliva she said yack or smack. Carefully described dilapidated building. Smother, doc on dingoes on TLC. Forget me. Knew it. Parking deck. Your first one. Knew it. Forget it. Forgive me. SUPERIOR 483 * 3/6/96 The challenge--to bop till you change, chain link fence destiny, the hoverers come. Mall sideways... the stores pay less rent... you love a girl who works at the comic book store... but you're not good looking enough to date her. Did I mention the conductor's coat? Never mind. We are formula. Try and erase as, um till rent is due... and... whine of a train... and you lovely body... skin... lost in sex... but still unsatisfied... who is the me who waves the sword in the rain when no one is left... SUPERIOR 484 * 3/6/96 To be me, just I knew about it, um help me. Call me coffee. We are... have money and in an airport lounge... talk about fat ugly witchcraft woman... and Cuba... The time for going is here. Do I say that? Much more losing to indoor pirate ride ahead. Can you base it all on loveless? If you got a problem... the problem is the problem... not the fact that you're alone at night... most people have mates... and they're not happy either... at least they get sex sometimes... SUPERIOR 485 * 3/6/96 March 6, 1996. Wearing the ABM sweatshirt I had made for the MTV party in 1989. Tired, maybe of using the past as a crutch. Tired, maybe of not being where my hopes would have placed me by 1996. I know it. But I always wonder. If things went just like I thought... what sort of person would I be... and what would I really have accomplished... ah, you know, I would have been a good person and achieved awesome stuff, no matter what... SUPERIOR 486 * 3/6/96 Is it intensely personal? I know. If emergency exit... but you know that the mundane is the rule of the day... But we are cool... and I am a cool person... and I was at least the best in... who knows. Be me. No I mean be me. Do not see me. It is my history. Going away. Coming back. Playing sports. Butterflies in your stomach in the car, so many times, what is it all about, what is the use of expressing confusion, even if literately? So other people know they're not alone. What a cliche. You're not alone. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----