|| -------- -- -----  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 NINETEEN (547-577) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc019, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 547 * 6/19/96 I have a mug when I brush my teeth, and it was... I was drinking from it... to rinse or whatever... and a thing landed on the rim opposite my mouth... I couldn't focus on it... and then... I saw it was a weird insect... a fat little fly... maybe a moth... and there it was, for a brief moment... just me and the thing... and then it flew away... SUPERIOR 548 * 6/24/96 My Dear Denice, Losing it... losing it... I like to hear the bird in that tree in the morning... but this morning all there was was a crow... ominous and nasty... I tried to talk to it but I wound up sounding like a hoarse dolphin. Thinking of you... it's like we've been together for a year... year... funny, three weeks ago I thought it was all going wrong... like reality was playing a terrible joke on me... it was bad. Then before I knew it, we were on the steps of a church and I got to know you... and I saw... I saw that the universe wasn't being mean to me... it was just shuffling me like a deck of cards... and it dealt us us. That is what I am thinking... and I am in the glow of the monitor... and I just talked to you... and the towers in the distance are blinking red... and the fan is humming... and it feels good to be here... knowing you are there. Love, Frank SUPERIOR 549 * 7/20/96 I am perhaps no longer not a god, Whirring. SUPERIOR 550 * 7/20/96 Go to there and... it is a sunny and rainy street... to buy comic books... suburban yearning... that is what I say... and I cannot be here and... the truly way... amusement parks and video games... talk about "real life"... and it is the stimulation of the mind... and I am rising to the challenge... we are all here and it is... it is an opportunity to be part of something wonderful... like starting up a video game company in 1980... and going to Disney World full of hope... full of dreams of exhilaration, a future of unlimited success... that is where I am, and we will all look back to 1996 as a time of magic... clearing away the haze of Generation X... a new time, a new place, promise, a redemption. I am Frank Edward Nora, Lord of Obliviana. And wonder--we're coming back. SUPERIOR 551 * 7/20/96 Hippie bookstore venom of the best raven statue, breasts of hippie girls, peace and love and Vietnam and mysticism, but the breasts shine through like magical headlights, and lust is the oil that keeps the machine of the cultural revision going. SUPERIOR 552 * 7/20/96 Yellow gold, deep and inviting, cigarette butts are cool and reassuring, and silver and solid, a mind is a field behind an office park, and it is all frisbee and new, fruit memories punch in the belly, no curtains, just a day that is sun and rain and happy and sexy and talking to trees. Gigabyte hard drive, beaten up by commuting, little goals, little shows, people with their beliefs and their genitals... and their chattering all about technology, and I am whispering secrets to the uncut grass. SUPERIOR 553 * 7/20/96 For all of time, a clock is friend, going down to the stream, waiting for friends to call back, cellular calls, she is made of cells, but it doesn't ring true, cells, little tiny animals, zillions of them, and one her... it's a spiritual universe... cells and DNA and science... a frightened kid clutching a stuffed animal... science is the stuffed animal of the collective mind of the 20th Century. I had a dream years ago about a parking lot and a tunnel that goes to the mall. I still remember that dream. I am not experience any cells right now. I am one, whole, single. I am not made up of a zillion little animals. No matter what the little scientists mumble at me. SUPERIOR 554 * 7/20/96 Drugs and liberalism were the downfall of the hippies. Both are band-aids against the rush of reality. Mind and creativity and searching and yearning and games and new social organization... these are not incompatible with reality. To be blunt, I want to create something cultural with the best traits of the hippies, which can face reality, which doesn't collapse into the black hole of LSD and marijuana and hating the United States of America. Look at a tree... see the mystery... rooted in the beloved, robust, enduring soil of America. SUPERIOR 555 * 7/20/96 Sucking the life out of it. Chaos is natural, order in human. Push the roller coaster carriage up to the top, and thrill to the ride down, but the killer is forgetting that the ride is for a limited time and that another grueling uphill push will be needed. I don't know where I am. Looking around, not sure if I'm lost, breaking through, slicing some guidelines, and am free as far as my mind can take me, and it is a good mind. Lots of good minds out there. Can't we initiate a great atmosphere for us all to flourish in? SUPERIOR 556 * 7/20/96 Flowing a word into an exit, highway exit, pure old televisions in abandoned supermarkets, knowing California and London only from magazines and movies, we are like radios, she said, and I didn't understand her. Talking about the metric system and cigar boxes. There are three forces, she said, and I didn't get it. Get at it, she said, and I kissed her and she got mad and said she only wanted to be friends. SUPERIOR 557 * 7/20/96 There was a precious moment before, in reality, I had my old red robe on and nothing else, a few days growth of facial hair, and my hair wild and unbrushed and I heard the doorbell and I answered it, my hairy chest exposed, and I faced a woman in her fifties, and she said something like "We are visiting people, and talking to them about important questions in their lives, like if the Lord loves them, and if he does, why is there such corruption in the world." I stood there, I must have looked like a real psycho, and I paused... I've had a lot of fun talking to Jehovah's Witnesses before, but I wasn't in any state to do so. So I said "I can't talk right now.", and she said "I understand." And I closed the door. SUPERIOR 558 * 7/21/96 Water. Coming from the computer precious resource, big and small and she is on drugs and cannot tell the difference, Dwayne. Shooting monsters on the screen. Very precious the age of the viewer, and we are all going there today, it is a temporary setup, like a Halloween hayride, but this is different. Coming with me? I have a collection of granite cores, my father is into granite cores. SUPERIOR 559 * 7/21/96 From here to knot yessing the town the town, forget it, I am mapping K-Marts and Caldors in the back of my mind while in prison, I am travelling the sting of the aisles of Toys'R'Us, I am there in my mind and I am wandering, massive dose of coffee working its way through my system, disorienting myself, spending money I barely have, and all of this to avoid reality. But in time I got past that. SUPERIOR 560 * 7/21/96 Being for the benefit of Mr. Pibb. Soda parody album. SUPERIOR 561 * 7/21/96 Being for the benefit of Frank Edward Nora. Surfing, surfing, I am not surfing, and I am watching them play pool at college. Turn on fan. The feeling of a Sunday. Longing. Caffeine withdrawals and rushings. Cool new toys and video games. If I am the one to bring the thing, let me go back to the sentence, falling and, for again, confusion, but and I am coming to the point where it is good and falling and fun. SUPERIOR 562 * 7/21/96 Sue Technology is here. A log cabin of discomfort. Fear of this. SUPERIOR 563 * 7/21/96 Scumbags. Funny, you do this, you don't care, but you ruin another person. Interviews on TV, how much do you care about that which goes on beyond your little sphere of activity and influence? Glisten, bright little thing. Some goodness left in the world. SUPERIOR 564 * 8/4/96 Fuck me with some relatively great literature and technology. Werid, maybe a month, and such is sun. Locking around, stir me up, city is dead and alive and lazy you are lazy. Porno underbrush, strumming an impossibly complex string instrument, we are amused like chiefs. But now it is a walk to a train station, and it is SO good. SUPERIOR 565 * 8/4/96 Real backwoods, corroded camera feminine dance, luck being the thing, ending the tightening. Coarse hotel feeling, wooden CD, romantic and American and free, nature is the expression of man's light, and I am cuckoo. SUPERIOR 566 * 8/4/96 Three being and the impression junker. More true by the second, it is a few days for the company, but a night with a girl and a night with just you and the mall for you. I see video tapes about to fall, I see birdies. Am of a pinball mind you know. Am loving three Pittsburgh calculators. SUPERIOR 567 * 8/4/96 Preach. Of blue metal canister. And of great, sunny days and of wandering. Objects persist, that is their way. Look. Gray plastic is good. Coffee is good. Pilgrimage, pocketful of nickels, driving daddy's Volvo to 7-11, late night, get coffee. Power strip. In bed alone and lusty. White walls, barren of tools, and I am threatening paper clips to defy the dance of the mystery, and I am knowing you, and it is dreadful the lack of space and it is thoughtful the finding of cassettes and for you I am not youing you. Degraded, denatured, the road is fixed, and I am following your footsteps, and it will lead to a great place, a great life. SUPERIOR 568 * 8/4/96 Brand. Waves of manufacturing I am aghast at the thunderstorm of dice. Video gods, sky pure as roofs, quite an alloy, temperaturial combat, said it as I sped on. SUPERIOR 569 * 8/4/96 Quango, quasi non-governmental organization, saw it in the dictionary. Quant, saw that too, cool. SUPERIOR 570 * 8/4/96 Little girl in the woods, all alone, her only friend a squirrel, and only one walnut left. Unable to bear losing her friend, she puts the walnut in a box, and the squirrel comes no more. Years later she is starving and opens the box to eat the walnut, but there is a white silk scarf in there instead, and it is blown away by the winds of the blizzard outside, and she chases it through the heavy snowfall, barely able to perceive it, white on white, losing it and finding it and then she falls and falls, into the underground paradise of the squirrels. And the squirrels ask her why she didn't come sooner. And there are other little girls here. And she lives there, happy, sleeping with the other girls and talking philosophy with the squirrels. SUPERIOR 571 * 8/4/96 Bunkbed made of drugs, orange wine and ancient music. SUPERIOR 572 * 8/4/96 Menlo Park All. Here it is, all I remember of the old Menlo Park Mall. They tore it down and built a new one, but the old one is still in my mind. There with my mother, a fountain by Macy's and a pet store, I was very young. An arcade, a record store, I was going on a road trip by myself, just starting to love The Beatles, looking for the song Penny Lane, but they didn't have Mystery Tour, so I got Abbey Road, and I listened to it on the Interstate and at the airport where I was wandering before that and the end of She's So Heavy was so confusing and I am not sure. The mall, a place like The Cookie Machine, good smell. And going there... the orange and brown tiles... and the mirrors on the edges of the ceiling, and a stairway going down, just for employees, and the curved sides of a bank or something in the middle of the mall, and I kind of loved it, and I have much more to tell. SUPERIOR 573 * 10/20/96 Door, gotta see door. For. Fanciful with a battery. Cigars and sexuality. A sweet memory, we are full of actuality. Beclouding is ruinous. In books find more than they tell you. Earn a free game in pinball and just walk away, leaving a pleasant surprise for someone else. What about it. SUPERIOR 574 * 10/20/96 The more, a street, it is childish bike riding, and is alcohol and prostitutes in a car, and it is a blooming occultism. Thor as pure, hammer as above corruption of the real. And I think Thor could be so Disney. Walking around all clean in Tomorrowland, firing the imagination of generations of kids, and it is a good thing, and what does the real Thor feel. SUPERIOR 575 * 10/20/96 Forest long real fear, rest orph-eye. Toon Nixon and the burrowing vehicle of sci-fi. Falling, grand young poet, dare he be mundane as he always will be later, the tragedy, as a car salesman or in insurance. It means he failed a test. SUPERIOR 576 * 10/20/96 Soon-Foot, future character, innocent 1970s TV future. Sitar Glenn Miller classics. Four friends, succeeding together, theme, four gods. Chicken fun, chicken characters, stripes and drinking glasses, computer. New black-purple marsupial body decorations of the future. Quiet worship of the nude. Over in a clutter of moonshine. SUPERIOR 577 * 10/20/96 Tome, he called it, and they all referred to it, a book, and it was big and old and there was something magical about it. They talked about Tome at the bowling alley/video arcade/skating rink, and then I asked about Tome. Young and loose and comedic. Obsession. Chances. Up on rocky hills, she wants to dance naked and her friends might follow suit. Let me go Mom, I can clean my room later. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----